Okay! More tales of suck from your favorite cadet from the southwest!! [If I’m not, I’d better be :P]
Math≠Me
Okay, so, I picked a liberal arts major for a reason; I hate math. I know SC’s don’t know this about me, but still…
Me: Hiya
SC: discount whore
CW: friend I’m ‘relieving’
[note: this is the first thing that happens as I clock in and get told I’ll be at CS, which has a ginormous line]
SC: I wanna know if I can get this purse discounted.
Me: Hrm, gimme a sec [turns to CW] She says it’s damaged, we can only do 10%, right?
CW: Might be able to do 20…call J[MOD]
I call J and she eventually approves the 20% discount. I hang up and turn back to SC
Me: Ma’am, we can give you a 20% discount.
SC: And how much is that?
Me: [Hell if I know…] Hrm, it’s 28.99…so 10% would be 2.89-ish and 20% off would be double…a little over five dollars?
SC: That’s all?
Me: Yup [Unless my math is wrong,
]
SC ends up leaving it behind, but c’mon, a purse that was originally $60-70 and we’re selling for $28, and you’ll get it for $23, and you still think you’re getting jipped?
Shenanigans!!
As the night is wrapping up, I’m cleaning up the mess at my register when the phone rings. The awesome Loss Prevention officer, R, answers it for me. After a brief convo, he turns to me.
R: Hey, Hobbs, did you shortchange a guy $10 dollars earlier?
Me: No, I call shenanigans!
R: [chuckle] Sir, lemme get the Manager.
So J comes along and explains that she’ll count my register to check and for the SC to call back. Sure enough, she counts it and my register isn’t over $10.
Me: See? Told ya….shenanigans!
Er…Pardon…?
My second customer of the day on Saturday, and I’m ringing her up at a pretty good pace. From the lady behind her I hear a sigh and she looks at me.
SC: Hurry up….[kinda under her breath]
Me: Pardon?
SC: No, I just wondered if you could go faster…I have somewhere to be.
Not my problem, lady. You decided to come in here for your crap on a weekend…
Me: Oh, I see…[begins to take off hangars and sizing nubs slooooowly and deliberately, looking the SC straight in the eye.]
Grow the Frak up, please!!
I’m happily[sic] working on register when one of my CW’s walks up, putting a perfume in the cubby area of my register.
CW: It’s for that man there, argh….
Me: O_o
The guy seems a bit ‘off’ but not too intolerable. Until he starts inviting me to go eat lunch etc. with him and his family. I smile vaguely [I hate to smile] and nod a bit, doing a “That’d be nice…uh-huh…sure…” deal.
Then…the guy starts talking to his Sancha’s who-has. No, I mean it, right there in line, saying kinda gross stuff I don’t wanna know. Bear in mind that their offspring are with them. God has not created enough brain bleach for this moment.
The kicker was when he asked me something about “marriage.” Considering it was V-Day, I suppose it was a joke at my expense-though, he had a teen-agish daughter with him who seemed kinda embarrassed. If it was the latter, the comment was both childish and so very wrong…
Barista
So…the other night I was sent on a Starbucks-run, and it generated a question as I was chatting up the barista. Considering all the “don’t hit on me” posts…is there a proper time/way to hit on a worker? Note that I didn’t do anything that night, I was just making idle talk as she worked on our order. sorry if this question is inapropriate, i just wanted some CS input.
Math≠Me
Okay, so, I picked a liberal arts major for a reason; I hate math. I know SC’s don’t know this about me, but still…
Me: Hiya

SC: discount whore
CW: friend I’m ‘relieving’
[note: this is the first thing that happens as I clock in and get told I’ll be at CS, which has a ginormous line]
SC: I wanna know if I can get this purse discounted.
Me: Hrm, gimme a sec [turns to CW] She says it’s damaged, we can only do 10%, right?
CW: Might be able to do 20…call J[MOD]
I call J and she eventually approves the 20% discount. I hang up and turn back to SC
Me: Ma’am, we can give you a 20% discount.
SC: And how much is that?
Me: [Hell if I know…] Hrm, it’s 28.99…so 10% would be 2.89-ish and 20% off would be double…a little over five dollars?
SC: That’s all?
Me: Yup [Unless my math is wrong,

SC ends up leaving it behind, but c’mon, a purse that was originally $60-70 and we’re selling for $28, and you’ll get it for $23, and you still think you’re getting jipped?
Shenanigans!!
As the night is wrapping up, I’m cleaning up the mess at my register when the phone rings. The awesome Loss Prevention officer, R, answers it for me. After a brief convo, he turns to me.
R: Hey, Hobbs, did you shortchange a guy $10 dollars earlier?
Me: No, I call shenanigans!
R: [chuckle] Sir, lemme get the Manager.
So J comes along and explains that she’ll count my register to check and for the SC to call back. Sure enough, she counts it and my register isn’t over $10.
Me: See? Told ya….shenanigans!
Er…Pardon…?
My second customer of the day on Saturday, and I’m ringing her up at a pretty good pace. From the lady behind her I hear a sigh and she looks at me.
SC: Hurry up….[kinda under her breath]
Me: Pardon?
SC: No, I just wondered if you could go faster…I have somewhere to be.
Not my problem, lady. You decided to come in here for your crap on a weekend…
Me: Oh, I see…[begins to take off hangars and sizing nubs slooooowly and deliberately, looking the SC straight in the eye.]
Grow the Frak up, please!!
I’m happily[sic] working on register when one of my CW’s walks up, putting a perfume in the cubby area of my register.
CW: It’s for that man there, argh….
Me: O_o
The guy seems a bit ‘off’ but not too intolerable. Until he starts inviting me to go eat lunch etc. with him and his family. I smile vaguely [I hate to smile] and nod a bit, doing a “That’d be nice…uh-huh…sure…” deal.
Then…the guy starts talking to his Sancha’s who-has. No, I mean it, right there in line, saying kinda gross stuff I don’t wanna know. Bear in mind that their offspring are with them. God has not created enough brain bleach for this moment.

The kicker was when he asked me something about “marriage.” Considering it was V-Day, I suppose it was a joke at my expense-though, he had a teen-agish daughter with him who seemed kinda embarrassed. If it was the latter, the comment was both childish and so very wrong…
Barista
So…the other night I was sent on a Starbucks-run, and it generated a question as I was chatting up the barista. Considering all the “don’t hit on me” posts…is there a proper time/way to hit on a worker? Note that I didn’t do anything that night, I was just making idle talk as she worked on our order. sorry if this question is inapropriate, i just wanted some CS input.
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