So I got morning shift this week (ugh). Now, when I get stuck on a register first thing in the morning, the drawers have the money in them, but said money isn't out of its wrappers yet, so I have to set up so I'm ready for those hordes that show up pounding at the door 2 minutes after the store is supposed to open. (WTF is wrong with you morning people?! Why aren't you ASLEEP?! (like I'd like to be at that bloody hour)
I knew it was *not* going to be a good day (and it wasn't, for several reasons including this one) when right off the bat I haven't even arranged my drawer yet and I get a crapstomer in my line. Everything's fine, till I have to undo these HORRID little shrink-wrap plastic coin thingies in order to get her change out. They're a PITA to break open and I wish management would stick with the damn paper wrappers (but since when has management ever been known for their intelligence??).
While I'm struggling to get one of these beasties open, VIB (Very Important Bitch, at least in her mind) snaps at me, "You want to quit playing around with that and just give me my change? I gotta go." (Where, to the Asshole Convention? I know Oktoberfest is in town but I had no idea AC was too) Bitch, I'd have been more than happy to keep the coins, seeing as how you're too damned impatient to wait for me to get it out.
Whoever invented said horrid little shrink-wrap plastic coin thingies must be forced to drink a shitload of coffee and soda and then stuffed into one of those nasty little wrappers for no less than a minimum of 24 hours. Maybe then you'll stick with the damn paper wrappers, which are by far easier to open.
I knew it was *not* going to be a good day (and it wasn't, for several reasons including this one) when right off the bat I haven't even arranged my drawer yet and I get a crapstomer in my line. Everything's fine, till I have to undo these HORRID little shrink-wrap plastic coin thingies in order to get her change out. They're a PITA to break open and I wish management would stick with the damn paper wrappers (but since when has management ever been known for their intelligence??).
While I'm struggling to get one of these beasties open, VIB (Very Important Bitch, at least in her mind) snaps at me, "You want to quit playing around with that and just give me my change? I gotta go." (Where, to the Asshole Convention? I know Oktoberfest is in town but I had no idea AC was too) Bitch, I'd have been more than happy to keep the coins, seeing as how you're too damned impatient to wait for me to get it out.
Whoever invented said horrid little shrink-wrap plastic coin thingies must be forced to drink a shitload of coffee and soda and then stuffed into one of those nasty little wrappers for no less than a minimum of 24 hours. Maybe then you'll stick with the damn paper wrappers, which are by far easier to open.

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