Hello forumites. Yes, I'm new here but believe me I am far from untarnished. Any idealism I had was whipped out LONG ago so I now feel free to share these pearls of suck from a nearly two-year stint at a Wal-Mart (Wally World) Supercenter Deli.
Note that these are just the best examples of the plethora I have, more will follow based on reaction.
#1 Now celebrating Mother's Day 13 times a year!
The deli I worked at had a special name for the first of the month: Mother's Day. This is because in CT, people that depend on the W.I.C. program get their vouchers at the beginning of the month. Invariably, the two most common orders on or around the first are: One pound of white (american) cheese. One pound of (badly mispronounced) 'domestic*' ham.
The problem arises in that in order for their food stamps to work at the register, the items have to be either exact weight or under at the register. How often do you think people decided to mention this to us when ordering? If you said 10% of the time, I applaud your optimism.
How often do you think cashiers had to stop ringing people and send CSM's to the deli to get a WIC-order item re-weighed? Something like 50 times a day, often with repeat offenders.
#2 I'm on my phone and ignoring you but don't you dare take someone else.
DS = Dipshit on cell phone
Me = Self-descriptive
DS: I want one pound of (random beef item)
Me: Alright sir, that'll be just a minute, we only have one slicer for beef because many beef products are a bit messy. Would you like anything else while I wait for that slicer to be available for use?
DS: Uhh, yeah. Half a pound of (something else).
Me: Okay.
*slices both second item and then the beef as customer takes 'super important' phone call*
Me: Will there be anything else today, sir?
DS: *chatting on phone, ignoring me completely*
Repeat three times.
Me: Number (next number after Now Serving #)
DS: I wasn't done yet!
Me: I'm sorry sir, I asked three times if you needed anything else. You ignored me while taking what I had already sliced. You're going to have to take another number and wait your turn.
DS: But I'm in a hurry!
Me: I'm sorry, I can't help you with that problem. Have a nice day Sir.
#3 There's other types of cheese?
NR = Northern Redneck
Me = As above
NR: I want one pound of cheese.
Me: What kind of cheese would you like ma'am?
NR: White cheese. (Me mentally: Not another moron!)
Me: Okay, will that be cheddar, swiss, havarti, lorraine, or american?
NR: Whaddaya mean with all them choices? I just want a pound of cheese!
Me: Well I could let you try a slice of each to see which one you like?
NR: Oh nevermind, Just gimme that Land O Lakes over there that you have.
Me: Will that be Land O Lakes baby swiss, american, naturally slender (lower fat) american, or pepperjack?
*For those of you that have never been involved in this situation on either side, when they ask for domestic ham as if it were an actual type of ham, they mean that rectangular shit that Hormel and other companies make that looks nothing like a real cut of ham does and tastes like rubbery salt dipped in ham-flavored-water. This despite the fact that domestic simply means 'not imported' and thus any ham that is not labeled an import would be considered acceptable.
Note that these are just the best examples of the plethora I have, more will follow based on reaction.
#1 Now celebrating Mother's Day 13 times a year!
The deli I worked at had a special name for the first of the month: Mother's Day. This is because in CT, people that depend on the W.I.C. program get their vouchers at the beginning of the month. Invariably, the two most common orders on or around the first are: One pound of white (american) cheese. One pound of (badly mispronounced) 'domestic*' ham.
The problem arises in that in order for their food stamps to work at the register, the items have to be either exact weight or under at the register. How often do you think people decided to mention this to us when ordering? If you said 10% of the time, I applaud your optimism.
How often do you think cashiers had to stop ringing people and send CSM's to the deli to get a WIC-order item re-weighed? Something like 50 times a day, often with repeat offenders.
#2 I'm on my phone and ignoring you but don't you dare take someone else.
DS = Dipshit on cell phone
Me = Self-descriptive
DS: I want one pound of (random beef item)
Me: Alright sir, that'll be just a minute, we only have one slicer for beef because many beef products are a bit messy. Would you like anything else while I wait for that slicer to be available for use?
DS: Uhh, yeah. Half a pound of (something else).
Me: Okay.
*slices both second item and then the beef as customer takes 'super important' phone call*
Me: Will there be anything else today, sir?
DS: *chatting on phone, ignoring me completely*
Repeat three times.
Me: Number (next number after Now Serving #)
DS: I wasn't done yet!
Me: I'm sorry sir, I asked three times if you needed anything else. You ignored me while taking what I had already sliced. You're going to have to take another number and wait your turn.
DS: But I'm in a hurry!
Me: I'm sorry, I can't help you with that problem. Have a nice day Sir.
#3 There's other types of cheese?
NR = Northern Redneck
Me = As above
NR: I want one pound of cheese.
Me: What kind of cheese would you like ma'am?
NR: White cheese. (Me mentally: Not another moron!)
Me: Okay, will that be cheddar, swiss, havarti, lorraine, or american?
NR: Whaddaya mean with all them choices? I just want a pound of cheese!
Me: Well I could let you try a slice of each to see which one you like?
NR: Oh nevermind, Just gimme that Land O Lakes over there that you have.
Me: Will that be Land O Lakes baby swiss, american, naturally slender (lower fat) american, or pepperjack?
*For those of you that have never been involved in this situation on either side, when they ask for domestic ham as if it were an actual type of ham, they mean that rectangular shit that Hormel and other companies make that looks nothing like a real cut of ham does and tastes like rubbery salt dipped in ham-flavored-water. This despite the fact that domestic simply means 'not imported' and thus any ham that is not labeled an import would be considered acceptable.
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