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Well I did two bad sarcasm to SC people the other day.
Thursday night/ Friday morning I was training a new person at Hellstore. Its 2:25 am. Woman comes racing in dragging her child, grabbing a six pack of beer and slaming it in the counter shouting her joy of getting it before 2:30 am (the cut off time for beer sales).
New guy asks for her ID as she does (and is) under 30.
SC: WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! (repeat about ten times).
SC: I'm 30 YEARS OLD!!! EVERYONE KNOWS ME!!!
The new guy shrugs, and says he needs her ID. (I love this guy already). She stares at me.
SC: "WELL?!?!"
Me: *shrugs* "His till, his job. No ID, no beer.
SC: *red eyes of doom!* THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! *races out dragging her child with her*
2:29:50 am, I lock the beer doors. 2:29:59 she comes back in, dragging her child who is out of breath and red in the face. She throws her ID on the counter.
SC: Here it is, and don't fucking forget me!"
New guy: "Sorry, its past 2:30, I can't sell you the beer.
SC: WHAT?! THAT IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!
SC Kid: *holds his hands together* "Please please sell to her! Please please!!!!"
Me: No deal. Its illegal.
SC: FUCKING BULLSHIT! I BUY BEER AT 3:00! You just don't want to sell to me! I know everyone! I know the owner!
At this point I nearly had it with her. I can't resist it. The retorts and actions afterwards are strange and random.
ME: Really? You know the owner?! The one who lives across the state? I met him once. Strange guy. Don't know why a corporate owner would care but
SC: YOUR A FUCKING FRANCHISE!!!
ME: *shakes my head* Corporate.
SC: FRANCHISE!!! I've been coming here 30 years!!!
Me: You been coming here since before you were born, and before we existed? Wow.
SC: DON'T GET SMART! I'M GETTING YOU TWO FIRED AND OUT OF HERE.
Me: 1800-blah.
SC: I know the number!!!
Me: Here. *Picks up phone, dials 1-800-blah in front of her, gives her phone.
SC: Her evil laughter and slobber. "Oh yeah!! You two are gone! You two are so gone!
Me: yep. Back to my own store.
SC: YOU DON'T HAVE A STORE!!! YOUR JUST A TRAINER!!!." Then she throws the phone at me. "Thanks for giving me a fucking voice mail!!!!!!"
Me: Shrugs
SC: I'm talking to the owner and getting you two fired!!!! I've known him for 30 years!!!
ME: Really? He's only been in america for 12... and here for three... I've known him five years.
SC: NO YOU DON"T!!!!
Me: He be here at 6.
SC: I KNOW!!! I BUY COFFEE AT 5 am everyday!!!!
Me: *I didn't retort the fact I'm there at 5 am, and never once seen her...). At this point I'm clapping my hands together and pleading with her.
"OH PLEASE do! Please come here at 6 and tell him we wouldn't sell you beer! Please! Please do! Oh please that be so great!
SC: Oh I WILL! I Will!! She grabs her son and starts dragging!
Me: We'll wait for you! We'll be here til 7!
SC: OH HA HA HA HA HA!!! I GOT YOU NOW!! YOU TOLD ME HE BE HERE AT SIX YOU LIAR!!!! *Flips us off and storms out*
The new guy stares at me. And laughs.
I hate jerks
Yesterday at my own store... I might have gone overboard on this one, but I hate people insulting my boss and coworkers.
I've hadnt seen S in over a week. She misses me, and keeps me updated on stories. She shows vid of a man who went fucking ballistic on her when she informed him he had to wait til someone bought something to get her till open. Called her names. He came back later and called her moer names, along with manager. Manager just waves him off with her smile and sarcastic Have a good day quote she learned from me.
Well she looked outside and groaned. He was coming in. I took the til, she wandered off.
SC: "Give me 4 quarters". Hands a twenty at me.
ME: *fake smile* "I need to get my til open sir..."
SC: Oh for crying out loud! This is a stupid store! *grabs quarter candy* HERE!
Me: *rings him up, takes twenty, close till, grabs roll of quarters, 5, 4 ones, and 3 quarters* Hands to him.
SC: ?! What is this? I DIDN'T ASK FOR A ROLL! I WANT A DOLLAR!!
ME: It's all I have sir. I'm sorry.
SC: What the?! This is what idiots do. This is stupid and idioitic.
ME: That is why I work at a convience store sir. Not very smart. *Smile*
SC: Your damn right... I'm going to make a few calls. *starts to walk out*
ME: Sir? You forgot your candy. *hands him it with forced smile and dazed eyes* Have a good night, and happy Mardi Gras!
Thursday night/ Friday morning I was training a new person at Hellstore. Its 2:25 am. Woman comes racing in dragging her child, grabbing a six pack of beer and slaming it in the counter shouting her joy of getting it before 2:30 am (the cut off time for beer sales).
New guy asks for her ID as she does (and is) under 30.
SC: WHAT?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! (repeat about ten times).
SC: I'm 30 YEARS OLD!!! EVERYONE KNOWS ME!!!
The new guy shrugs, and says he needs her ID. (I love this guy already). She stares at me.
SC: "WELL?!?!"
Me: *shrugs* "His till, his job. No ID, no beer.
SC: *red eyes of doom!* THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! *races out dragging her child with her*
2:29:50 am, I lock the beer doors. 2:29:59 she comes back in, dragging her child who is out of breath and red in the face. She throws her ID on the counter.
SC: Here it is, and don't fucking forget me!"
New guy: "Sorry, its past 2:30, I can't sell you the beer.
SC: WHAT?! THAT IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!!
SC Kid: *holds his hands together* "Please please sell to her! Please please!!!!"
Me: No deal. Its illegal.
SC: FUCKING BULLSHIT! I BUY BEER AT 3:00! You just don't want to sell to me! I know everyone! I know the owner!
At this point I nearly had it with her. I can't resist it. The retorts and actions afterwards are strange and random.
ME: Really? You know the owner?! The one who lives across the state? I met him once. Strange guy. Don't know why a corporate owner would care but
SC: YOUR A FUCKING FRANCHISE!!!
ME: *shakes my head* Corporate.
SC: FRANCHISE!!! I've been coming here 30 years!!!
Me: You been coming here since before you were born, and before we existed? Wow.
SC: DON'T GET SMART! I'M GETTING YOU TWO FIRED AND OUT OF HERE.
Me: 1800-blah.
SC: I know the number!!!
Me: Here. *Picks up phone, dials 1-800-blah in front of her, gives her phone.
SC: Her evil laughter and slobber. "Oh yeah!! You two are gone! You two are so gone!
Me: yep. Back to my own store.
SC: YOU DON'T HAVE A STORE!!! YOUR JUST A TRAINER!!!." Then she throws the phone at me. "Thanks for giving me a fucking voice mail!!!!!!"
Me: Shrugs
SC: I'm talking to the owner and getting you two fired!!!! I've known him for 30 years!!!
ME: Really? He's only been in america for 12... and here for three... I've known him five years.
SC: NO YOU DON"T!!!!
Me: He be here at 6.
SC: I KNOW!!! I BUY COFFEE AT 5 am everyday!!!!
Me: *I didn't retort the fact I'm there at 5 am, and never once seen her...). At this point I'm clapping my hands together and pleading with her.
"OH PLEASE do! Please come here at 6 and tell him we wouldn't sell you beer! Please! Please do! Oh please that be so great!
SC: Oh I WILL! I Will!! She grabs her son and starts dragging!
Me: We'll wait for you! We'll be here til 7!
SC: OH HA HA HA HA HA!!! I GOT YOU NOW!! YOU TOLD ME HE BE HERE AT SIX YOU LIAR!!!! *Flips us off and storms out*
The new guy stares at me. And laughs.
I hate jerks
Yesterday at my own store... I might have gone overboard on this one, but I hate people insulting my boss and coworkers.
I've hadnt seen S in over a week. She misses me, and keeps me updated on stories. She shows vid of a man who went fucking ballistic on her when she informed him he had to wait til someone bought something to get her till open. Called her names. He came back later and called her moer names, along with manager. Manager just waves him off with her smile and sarcastic Have a good day quote she learned from me.
Well she looked outside and groaned. He was coming in. I took the til, she wandered off.
SC: "Give me 4 quarters". Hands a twenty at me.
ME: *fake smile* "I need to get my til open sir..."
SC: Oh for crying out loud! This is a stupid store! *grabs quarter candy* HERE!
Me: *rings him up, takes twenty, close till, grabs roll of quarters, 5, 4 ones, and 3 quarters* Hands to him.
SC: ?! What is this? I DIDN'T ASK FOR A ROLL! I WANT A DOLLAR!!
ME: It's all I have sir. I'm sorry.
SC: What the?! This is what idiots do. This is stupid and idioitic.
ME: That is why I work at a convience store sir. Not very smart. *Smile*
SC: Your damn right... I'm going to make a few calls. *starts to walk out*
ME: Sir? You forgot your candy. *hands him it with forced smile and dazed eyes* Have a good night, and happy Mardi Gras!
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