Tweet
My sucky day goes as follows and involves SC's, cursing out coworkers and morons in management....well sorta.
SC-ness
OK, here's the deal. From January 1st, there will not be anymore bags in this state. We will not have plastic bags. No retail store within the state will have them. So bitching and yelling that you'll go to the competitior because we don't give you bags is pointless. What'll happen when they stop giving out bags huh?
Bitching at me will not get you a bag. Giving me abuse will not get you a bag. Telling me that you are a) a tourist or b) disabled when I can see that you aren't will also not warrant you a bag. We have signs all over the store. If you cannot read them, then you suck. If you ask politely or have a legitimate reason for a bag, I may get you one. No, I will not give you a bag because you are going into another shop afterwards. It's called a receipt, we have tape at the service counter, we can tape the receipt over the offending item if you're so worried about being picked for stealing. We do not get paid for abuse.
To the gentleman who wanted a bag for his bag of oranges (bear in mind that this is a 3kg mesh bag full of oranges already that the rest of the general population will carry without plastic bags): go fry in hell. You have a trolley. Use it if you're so worried about having to carry the oranges through the rest of the mall. And as for your spawn of satan, I hope that he spends the rest of his life in a sweatshop.
To the people who come in 1 minute to closing: if you were in the store for 20 minutes and have a big shop before we closed, fine. If you came in one minute to close and spend the next 20 minutes browsing, my patience will drop. Rapidly. So do not expect the world's most brilliant service after close. We would like to go home.
To the number of old men who kept coming through my checkout today: I am not your dear or love. So stop with the pet names. Do not address me by name please. Also, I am wearing the work uniform. I have a basket in my hand full of stock. I am putting said stock back. So WHYYY do you keep asking me "Do you work here?"
Cursing out coworkers:
OK Aussie Numbnuts. If you spread one more rumour about my lovelife I will take the splintery pole I have been preparing for months now and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Yes I may like a guy. Stringing me up so I have to rely on you for information is not helpful. Do not play the "he likes you, nah just kidding" game with me. It is not funny. If it continues, I WILL go to management and tell them everything.
Management:
For the love of DOG, whyyyy have I not been considered to work the smoke counter? I am old enough, I have been trained and yet you are planning on putting someone who is younger with barely any experience into the smokeshop area. Why are you putting someone who spends more time flirting and chatting with the nightfill than actually doing the after-closing duties into an area that will result in her being the subject of much flirtation in the afternoon? Is there a beauty requirement that I wasn't aware of?
But thank you very much for listening to me today when I explained my mental illness.
Ok, I feel much better now, rant is over.
SC-ness
OK, here's the deal. From January 1st, there will not be anymore bags in this state. We will not have plastic bags. No retail store within the state will have them. So bitching and yelling that you'll go to the competitior because we don't give you bags is pointless. What'll happen when they stop giving out bags huh?
Bitching at me will not get you a bag. Giving me abuse will not get you a bag. Telling me that you are a) a tourist or b) disabled when I can see that you aren't will also not warrant you a bag. We have signs all over the store. If you cannot read them, then you suck. If you ask politely or have a legitimate reason for a bag, I may get you one. No, I will not give you a bag because you are going into another shop afterwards. It's called a receipt, we have tape at the service counter, we can tape the receipt over the offending item if you're so worried about being picked for stealing. We do not get paid for abuse.
To the gentleman who wanted a bag for his bag of oranges (bear in mind that this is a 3kg mesh bag full of oranges already that the rest of the general population will carry without plastic bags): go fry in hell. You have a trolley. Use it if you're so worried about having to carry the oranges through the rest of the mall. And as for your spawn of satan, I hope that he spends the rest of his life in a sweatshop.
To the people who come in 1 minute to closing: if you were in the store for 20 minutes and have a big shop before we closed, fine. If you came in one minute to close and spend the next 20 minutes browsing, my patience will drop. Rapidly. So do not expect the world's most brilliant service after close. We would like to go home.
To the number of old men who kept coming through my checkout today: I am not your dear or love. So stop with the pet names. Do not address me by name please. Also, I am wearing the work uniform. I have a basket in my hand full of stock. I am putting said stock back. So WHYYY do you keep asking me "Do you work here?"
Cursing out coworkers:
OK Aussie Numbnuts. If you spread one more rumour about my lovelife I will take the splintery pole I have been preparing for months now and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Yes I may like a guy. Stringing me up so I have to rely on you for information is not helpful. Do not play the "he likes you, nah just kidding" game with me. It is not funny. If it continues, I WILL go to management and tell them everything.
Management:
For the love of DOG, whyyyy have I not been considered to work the smoke counter? I am old enough, I have been trained and yet you are planning on putting someone who is younger with barely any experience into the smokeshop area. Why are you putting someone who spends more time flirting and chatting with the nightfill than actually doing the after-closing duties into an area that will result in her being the subject of much flirtation in the afternoon? Is there a beauty requirement that I wasn't aware of?
But thank you very much for listening to me today when I explained my mental illness.
Ok, I feel much better now, rant is over.
Comment