Yesterday was one of the most stressful days I have ever worked- and considering my past jobs working for the Mouse and Santa- that is saying something. I was actually in tears by the end of the day.
ONE-
SC1 puts down items in front of me; SC2 places items beside SC1’s stuff.
Me- *while scanning SC1’s items* Will this be separate or together?
SC2- Together, you stupid fat-ass bitch.
Me-
TWO-
OL- Old Lady
CT- OL’s Care Taker
SM- Store Manager
CW- Co-Worker in Women’s Clothing
MO- My Mom
OL slams a hat and a pair of pajamas on the counter. CT comes up behind her.
OL- Do you have a senior discount?
Me- No, Mam.
OL- WHY NOT?!? _Same-named-store_ in _other city_ has a senior discount.
Me- I am sorry, Mam. We do not have a senior discount.
OL- *rudely* Fine. This hat is dusty. (It wasn’t) I demand a discount.
Me- I am not able to adjust prices.
OL- I DEMAND A DISCOUNT!!!
I call SM over and explain.
SM- Give her two dollars off.
CT- It should be more.
SM- Two dollars. *Walks off*
I scan it, price override, and place it in a medium sized bag. I scan the pajamas, remove the hangers (we reuse them), and place them in another bag. I hit the total button and tell her the total amount.
OL- HOW MUCH WHERE THOSE?
Me- Seven dollars.
OL- THAT SIGN SAYS THEY ARE FIVE.
Me- They are ringing up as seven dollars.
OL- SIGN SAYS FIVE.
Me- CW, can you come here, please? *I explain to CW . CW goes over towards the rack.*
CT- Should I go over there and show them where you got them from? They aren’t going to find it.
CW- * Comes back carrying the sign.* The sign was left-over from the clearance sell, but go ahead and override them for five dollars.
I change the price and give OL her total.
OL- *Whips out her check book.*
How do you spell STORE NAME?
Me- S-T-O-R-E N-A-M-E (It is on my name tag, the counter, the sign above your head, on the storefront, on the door, and on the flier CT has in her hand.) OL throws the check at me. I ask for her ID/License. She throws that at me as well. I turn on the check machine monster. Punch in everything and wait for it to transmit the information… which takes forever. MO gets in line behind OL.
OL- WHAT IS TAKING SO EFFING (she said it fully) LONG?!? YOU CAN’T DO A DAMN THING RIGHT.
Me- The machine is transmitting the information. It can take a few minutes to properly transfer.
MO-

OL- QUIT MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOUR STUPIDITY.
Me- *Counting down from 10 in my head.*
The machine finally approves the transaction. I ask OL to sign the slip of paper that it spits out. She signs it and throws it back at me. I punch in the numbers on the keypad on the register to get her receipt. It takes a while for the ancient machine to approve the transaction to print the receipt.
OL- I WANT MY RECIEPT. I WANT THAT IN ANOTHER BAG. YOU ARE A LAZY BITCH.
I get the next size bag (and largest that we carry) and put the hat in it. I give her the receipt.
Me- Thank you for shopping at STORE NAME. Have a nice-
OL- I WANT A BIGGER BAG.
Me- That is the largest shopping bag we carry.
OL- NO IT ISN’T. YOU ARE BEING A RUDE BITCH.
I am shaking with anger. I want to tell this woman off, but my mom taught me better.
OL- I AM GOING TO REPORT YOU TO STORE NAME COMPANY FOR BEING RUDE TO SENIORS.
MO- Excuse me, Mam.
OL- WHAT? DIDN’T YOU SEE HOW THIS STUPID BITCH WAS RUDE TO ME?
MO- She was not rude, you were.
OL- SHE IS BEING A RACIST!
MO- My daughter is not racist and I highly suggest you leave before I call the Store Manager to escort you outside for harassment.
CT- *Shoots MO a death-glare.*
MO- STORE MANAGER!
OL- FINE! I’M NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN!
MO- Good. That is one less SC they have to deal with.
*OL and CT leave.*
Me- CW can you come check MO out, please?
That is only part one. I’ll post part two once I’ve had time to calm down from that. It was worse that part one. I’d like to know why everyone is calling me a bitch. I am not. I am polite, friendly, and make small-talk. How am I a bitch?
ONE-
SC1 puts down items in front of me; SC2 places items beside SC1’s stuff.
Me- *while scanning SC1’s items* Will this be separate or together?
SC2- Together, you stupid fat-ass bitch.
Me-

TWO-
OL- Old Lady
CT- OL’s Care Taker
SM- Store Manager
CW- Co-Worker in Women’s Clothing
MO- My Mom
OL slams a hat and a pair of pajamas on the counter. CT comes up behind her.
OL- Do you have a senior discount?
Me- No, Mam.
OL- WHY NOT?!? _Same-named-store_ in _other city_ has a senior discount.
Me- I am sorry, Mam. We do not have a senior discount.
OL- *rudely* Fine. This hat is dusty. (It wasn’t) I demand a discount.
Me- I am not able to adjust prices.
OL- I DEMAND A DISCOUNT!!!
I call SM over and explain.
SM- Give her two dollars off.
CT- It should be more.
SM- Two dollars. *Walks off*
I scan it, price override, and place it in a medium sized bag. I scan the pajamas, remove the hangers (we reuse them), and place them in another bag. I hit the total button and tell her the total amount.
OL- HOW MUCH WHERE THOSE?
Me- Seven dollars.
OL- THAT SIGN SAYS THEY ARE FIVE.
Me- They are ringing up as seven dollars.
OL- SIGN SAYS FIVE.
Me- CW, can you come here, please? *I explain to CW . CW goes over towards the rack.*
CT- Should I go over there and show them where you got them from? They aren’t going to find it.
CW- * Comes back carrying the sign.* The sign was left-over from the clearance sell, but go ahead and override them for five dollars.
I change the price and give OL her total.
OL- *Whips out her check book.*

Me- S-T-O-R-E N-A-M-E (It is on my name tag, the counter, the sign above your head, on the storefront, on the door, and on the flier CT has in her hand.) OL throws the check at me. I ask for her ID/License. She throws that at me as well. I turn on the check machine monster. Punch in everything and wait for it to transmit the information… which takes forever. MO gets in line behind OL.
OL- WHAT IS TAKING SO EFFING (she said it fully) LONG?!? YOU CAN’T DO A DAMN THING RIGHT.
Me- The machine is transmitting the information. It can take a few minutes to properly transfer.
MO-


OL- QUIT MAKING EXCUSES FOR YOUR STUPIDITY.
Me- *Counting down from 10 in my head.*
The machine finally approves the transaction. I ask OL to sign the slip of paper that it spits out. She signs it and throws it back at me. I punch in the numbers on the keypad on the register to get her receipt. It takes a while for the ancient machine to approve the transaction to print the receipt.
OL- I WANT MY RECIEPT. I WANT THAT IN ANOTHER BAG. YOU ARE A LAZY BITCH.
I get the next size bag (and largest that we carry) and put the hat in it. I give her the receipt.
Me- Thank you for shopping at STORE NAME. Have a nice-
OL- I WANT A BIGGER BAG.
Me- That is the largest shopping bag we carry.
OL- NO IT ISN’T. YOU ARE BEING A RUDE BITCH.
I am shaking with anger. I want to tell this woman off, but my mom taught me better.
OL- I AM GOING TO REPORT YOU TO STORE NAME COMPANY FOR BEING RUDE TO SENIORS.
MO- Excuse me, Mam.
OL- WHAT? DIDN’T YOU SEE HOW THIS STUPID BITCH WAS RUDE TO ME?
MO- She was not rude, you were.
OL- SHE IS BEING A RACIST!
MO- My daughter is not racist and I highly suggest you leave before I call the Store Manager to escort you outside for harassment.
CT- *Shoots MO a death-glare.*
MO- STORE MANAGER!
OL- FINE! I’M NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN!
MO- Good. That is one less SC they have to deal with.

*OL and CT leave.*
Me- CW can you come check MO out, please?

That is only part one. I’ll post part two once I’ve had time to calm down from that. It was worse that part one. I’d like to know why everyone is calling me a bitch. I am not. I am polite, friendly, and make small-talk. How am I a bitch?
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