...or maybe I was just in a weird mood.
Either way, I had a fun cast of characters at work today. For a little BG, I work at Walgreens.
Does that make me gay?
I was in cosmetics, putting some Christmas stuff up on risers (yes, Christmas already... ugh!) and a gentleman asked me if I could get some cologne out of the case behind the register for him. So he's perusing, trying to decide, and asks me to pull out a Calvin Klein cologne.
SC: "CK Contradiction?!"
Me: "Uhm, yes...?"
SC: "That sounds a little gay, don't you think?"
Me: "I'm sorry?"
SC (seeing my ): "Uh, I just mean... it's like, contradiction... like you don't know if you're straight or gay."
Me:
SC: "uh, nevermind. bye"
I LoL'd when he left though because it was obvious he just said whatever came to him without thinking about it. Some people need to tighten up their brain-to-mouth filters.
This is NOT a library!!!
People who sit in the magazine section and read the latest issue of People or Cosmo, instead of BUYING the damn thing... drive me nuts.
GROSS!
I went to the bathroom at one point, and in the little garbage can in the stall was a pair of poopy underwear. WHAT THE HECK?! It was early in the morning, probably 11 or noon maybe, and I had been in there once before and it wasn't there. Someone came into my store with poop in their pants during a 3 or so hour time frame and I probably let them into the bathroom without noticing. GROSS! Are you kidding?
Rude, or embarrassed?
I was standing behind my register looking at this week's ad, and a guy came up and asked me some question about shampoo. In the middle of our conversation, he knocked over a neat little display of lip gloss I had on the counter, spilling lip gloss everywhere. He just looked at me and kept talking. Dude! At least apologize if you're not going to volunteer to pick up your mess.
Our return policy is 30 days!
I was in photo watching it for the girl who was working there to go on her lunch break, and someone called for a Code 3. Code 3 is when someone needs a refund or an exchange or whatever, and managers always do these transactions in photo, since it usually has enough money to cover a refund and isn't busy enough that it would clog up a register for too long. ANYWAY... an older lady came up with a toaster oven in a garbage bag, demanding a refund.
SC (with immediate cat butt face): "Here's my receipt, I need a refund, this broke."
Manager (looks at receipt dated TWO YEARS ago): "Uhm, ma'am, our refund policy is 30 days. Not TWO YEARS."
SC: "Well, I have this (the instruction/warranty thing) that came with the damn thing that says to return it to the store if it's broken!"
Manager (reads the thing): "No ma'am, it says return to the manufacturer. That's not us. That's whoever made it."
SC: "That's ridiculous! Who ever heard of such a thing?!"
Manager: "I'm sorry ma'am... and to be quite honest, you could buy a new toaster oven from us for $9.99 and that would probably be way cheaper than mailing it back to the manufacturer."
SC: ...
Manager: ...
SC: ...
Manager: ...
SC: "Fine, but I'll go to Walmart instead!"
LoL... instead of just buying one here, you'd rather drive to the other side of town? Okay then!
My own brain burp
Later, I was back in cosmetics.
The girl who was working front register called for backup, at which point, whoever is in cosmetics is supposed to go up to bring customers back to their register or call it over the intercom (we're supposed to ring someone every 15 minutes so Corporate knows someone is working that department). So I called it over the intercom, but since I'm usually in photo, it came out:
"I can help customers in photo, I have no line.....*3 second pause*.... uhhhh... 'scuse me. COSMETICS! I can help customers in cosmetics, I have no line and no waiting."
Ughh... EMBARRASSING!
It was just one of those days. No one was majorly sucky, it was mostly silly things. But I kinda wanted to do one of these: by the time 4pm rolled around.
Either way, I had a fun cast of characters at work today. For a little BG, I work at Walgreens.
Does that make me gay?
I was in cosmetics, putting some Christmas stuff up on risers (yes, Christmas already... ugh!) and a gentleman asked me if I could get some cologne out of the case behind the register for him. So he's perusing, trying to decide, and asks me to pull out a Calvin Klein cologne.
SC: "CK Contradiction?!"
Me: "Uhm, yes...?"
SC: "That sounds a little gay, don't you think?"
Me: "I'm sorry?"
SC (seeing my ): "Uh, I just mean... it's like, contradiction... like you don't know if you're straight or gay."
Me:
SC: "uh, nevermind. bye"
I LoL'd when he left though because it was obvious he just said whatever came to him without thinking about it. Some people need to tighten up their brain-to-mouth filters.
This is NOT a library!!!
People who sit in the magazine section and read the latest issue of People or Cosmo, instead of BUYING the damn thing... drive me nuts.
GROSS!
I went to the bathroom at one point, and in the little garbage can in the stall was a pair of poopy underwear. WHAT THE HECK?! It was early in the morning, probably 11 or noon maybe, and I had been in there once before and it wasn't there. Someone came into my store with poop in their pants during a 3 or so hour time frame and I probably let them into the bathroom without noticing. GROSS! Are you kidding?
Rude, or embarrassed?
I was standing behind my register looking at this week's ad, and a guy came up and asked me some question about shampoo. In the middle of our conversation, he knocked over a neat little display of lip gloss I had on the counter, spilling lip gloss everywhere. He just looked at me and kept talking. Dude! At least apologize if you're not going to volunteer to pick up your mess.
Our return policy is 30 days!
I was in photo watching it for the girl who was working there to go on her lunch break, and someone called for a Code 3. Code 3 is when someone needs a refund or an exchange or whatever, and managers always do these transactions in photo, since it usually has enough money to cover a refund and isn't busy enough that it would clog up a register for too long. ANYWAY... an older lady came up with a toaster oven in a garbage bag, demanding a refund.
SC (with immediate cat butt face): "Here's my receipt, I need a refund, this broke."
Manager (looks at receipt dated TWO YEARS ago): "Uhm, ma'am, our refund policy is 30 days. Not TWO YEARS."
SC: "Well, I have this (the instruction/warranty thing) that came with the damn thing that says to return it to the store if it's broken!"
Manager (reads the thing): "No ma'am, it says return to the manufacturer. That's not us. That's whoever made it."
SC: "That's ridiculous! Who ever heard of such a thing?!"
Manager: "I'm sorry ma'am... and to be quite honest, you could buy a new toaster oven from us for $9.99 and that would probably be way cheaper than mailing it back to the manufacturer."
SC: ...
Manager: ...
SC: ...
Manager: ...
SC: "Fine, but I'll go to Walmart instead!"
LoL... instead of just buying one here, you'd rather drive to the other side of town? Okay then!
My own brain burp
Later, I was back in cosmetics.
The girl who was working front register called for backup, at which point, whoever is in cosmetics is supposed to go up to bring customers back to their register or call it over the intercom (we're supposed to ring someone every 15 minutes so Corporate knows someone is working that department). So I called it over the intercom, but since I'm usually in photo, it came out:
"I can help customers in photo, I have no line.....*3 second pause*.... uhhhh... 'scuse me. COSMETICS! I can help customers in cosmetics, I have no line and no waiting."
Ughh... EMBARRASSING!
It was just one of those days. No one was majorly sucky, it was mostly silly things. But I kinda wanted to do one of these: by the time 4pm rolled around.
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