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Subtle suckiness at its finest!
So I was checking this lady out, and so far throughout the transaction she had been making small talk with me, and was being polite. And here’s the part where it all went wrong.
SC: So is your day just starting or are you almost done?
Me: Well, I’m about halfway done. I started at noon today.
SC: Did you get to sleep in?
Me: Yeah, until 10.
SC: I wish I could sleep in too, but unfortunately, I have a real job and need to wake up at 6 every morning.
I glanced at my bagger, who gave the cat butt face. I turned back to the customer and replied, “Let’s see, I get a check every other week and I pay my taxes, so I would say this is a real job.”
She didn’t say anything to that, just handed me the money to pay, and left. I ended her transaction with a big, cheery “Have a great day!” After she left, my bagger whispered to me, “What a bitch!” I agreed.
Really, just because I work different hours every day, means my job isn’t real? I fail to see her logic behind that one. Whether it’s part-time or full-time, it’s still a job, right??
Would you like some Beano for your brain farts?
Me:
WL: Weirdo Lady
*phone rings*
Me: Thank you for calling (grocery store), this is Buzzy, how can I help you?
WL: Yeah, I wanna talk to one of them ladies that makes them yummy green things.
Me: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you’re looking for, can you be more specific?
WL: You know, they make them green things and they're pretty tasty, and the ladies back there make 'em and such and you can watch ‘em.
Me: Ma’am, would you be talking about the bakery? (nobody else in the store does any decorating things... except Floral, but that's in the FRONT of the store, not the BACK)
WL: Yeah, the bakery! Send me to the bakery!
Me: Ok, please hold.
I put her on hold, paged Bakery, and then told my coworker about the call. We lol’d. I had no idea what they make in the bakery that's green. Perhaps she meant an organic cake or something? I guess I'll never know.
I don’t need your unsolicited advice, thanks.
I was at the customer service desk one day, and a customer had just asked me if I could write out a rain check for a couple of items. Sure, no problem. I began to write them out, when she nearly shouted, “You really shouldn’t write like that!”
Me: *confused*
SC: The way you are holding the pen is bad for your hands! You’re going to get arthritis! I used to hold my pen like that and now I have horrible arthritis!
Me: I’m sorry to hear that… (honestly, I couldn’t think of anything else to say!)
SC: I really think you should change the way you write! Immediately!
Me: *thinking, “YES MA’AM, RIGHT AWAY MA’AM!”* Here are your rain checks, ma’am, have a good one!
Wha…? Don’t most people get arthritis as they age? I’m pretty sure I’ll get it no matter how I hold my pen when I write.
Delicious manners! You should try some!
This guy I had to check out today was really annoying.
Me: Hi, did you find everything you needed?
Annoying Guy: *looks at me and says nothing*
Me: (okay, not a talkative one, whatever. I scan his things and tell him the total)
AG: *whips out his checkbook* PEN!!! *motions with his hand towards where I keep the pens, and glares at me*
Me: *gives him the pen* Here you go, sir.
AG: *begins writing out his check. He glares at me again* DATE!!!
Me: The Sixteenth.
He slams the check down at me and just fucking glares at me. I don’t know what his problem is, but I just take the check and finish the transaction, and give him his receipt, which he balls up and drops on my register, still glaring at me. I tell him to have a good evening, and he replies with a grunt.
So I was checking this lady out, and so far throughout the transaction she had been making small talk with me, and was being polite. And here’s the part where it all went wrong.
SC: So is your day just starting or are you almost done?
Me: Well, I’m about halfway done. I started at noon today.
SC: Did you get to sleep in?
Me: Yeah, until 10.
SC: I wish I could sleep in too, but unfortunately, I have a real job and need to wake up at 6 every morning.
I glanced at my bagger, who gave the cat butt face. I turned back to the customer and replied, “Let’s see, I get a check every other week and I pay my taxes, so I would say this is a real job.”
She didn’t say anything to that, just handed me the money to pay, and left. I ended her transaction with a big, cheery “Have a great day!” After she left, my bagger whispered to me, “What a bitch!” I agreed.
Really, just because I work different hours every day, means my job isn’t real? I fail to see her logic behind that one. Whether it’s part-time or full-time, it’s still a job, right??
Would you like some Beano for your brain farts?
Me:
WL: Weirdo Lady
*phone rings*
Me: Thank you for calling (grocery store), this is Buzzy, how can I help you?
WL: Yeah, I wanna talk to one of them ladies that makes them yummy green things.
Me: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you’re looking for, can you be more specific?
WL: You know, they make them green things and they're pretty tasty, and the ladies back there make 'em and such and you can watch ‘em.
Me: Ma’am, would you be talking about the bakery? (nobody else in the store does any decorating things... except Floral, but that's in the FRONT of the store, not the BACK)
WL: Yeah, the bakery! Send me to the bakery!
Me: Ok, please hold.
I put her on hold, paged Bakery, and then told my coworker about the call. We lol’d. I had no idea what they make in the bakery that's green. Perhaps she meant an organic cake or something? I guess I'll never know.
I don’t need your unsolicited advice, thanks.
I was at the customer service desk one day, and a customer had just asked me if I could write out a rain check for a couple of items. Sure, no problem. I began to write them out, when she nearly shouted, “You really shouldn’t write like that!”
Me: *confused*
SC: The way you are holding the pen is bad for your hands! You’re going to get arthritis! I used to hold my pen like that and now I have horrible arthritis!
Me: I’m sorry to hear that… (honestly, I couldn’t think of anything else to say!)
SC: I really think you should change the way you write! Immediately!
Me: *thinking, “YES MA’AM, RIGHT AWAY MA’AM!”* Here are your rain checks, ma’am, have a good one!
Wha…? Don’t most people get arthritis as they age? I’m pretty sure I’ll get it no matter how I hold my pen when I write.
Delicious manners! You should try some!
This guy I had to check out today was really annoying.
Me: Hi, did you find everything you needed?
Annoying Guy: *looks at me and says nothing*
Me: (okay, not a talkative one, whatever. I scan his things and tell him the total)
AG: *whips out his checkbook* PEN!!! *motions with his hand towards where I keep the pens, and glares at me*
Me: *gives him the pen* Here you go, sir.
AG: *begins writing out his check. He glares at me again* DATE!!!
Me: The Sixteenth.
He slams the check down at me and just fucking glares at me. I don’t know what his problem is, but I just take the check and finish the transaction, and give him his receipt, which he balls up and drops on my register, still glaring at me. I tell him to have a good evening, and he replies with a grunt.
I'm sorry I must have imagined my 60 hr work weeks! 
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