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I swear these things can only happen on my days to work.
The first three carryouts of the day wound up becoming baffling ordeals for different reasons:
Carryout 1--a child's Step 2 sandbox for a woman trying to pay with credit-card issued gift cards of some sort that evidently require you to know the balance on them before they can be rung up. You don't just scan it and the system knows what the balance is. And of course she didn't know the balances on any of the cards and was harping at the cashier to figure out what was wrong, and the service desk person ended up having to call the credit card company to find out the balances while simultaneously dealing with some old battle ax flipping out about--something. This wasted a good fifteen minutes.
Carryout 2--two tables to some people who purchased close to $500 worth of stuff, much of it small clearance stuff, they had a lot of items, and for some reason the cashier ended up having to do a total void and ring everything up all over again. After already having bagged it all, so she just typed in UPC numbers off the customer's old receipt.
Another ten minutes spent doing nothing.
In between carryouts, I had to haul a bunch of fixtures and shit in from outside, upstairs by hand to this little storage room so the managers won't have to go outside all the time to retrieve it whenever people need it. I just wanted to get that done with; it was grueling, sweaty work. I hurt.
Carryout 3--a coffee table for somebody who then found that they didn't bring enough money with them, so they went home--and didn't return.
The first three carryouts of the day wound up becoming baffling ordeals for different reasons:
Carryout 1--a child's Step 2 sandbox for a woman trying to pay with credit-card issued gift cards of some sort that evidently require you to know the balance on them before they can be rung up. You don't just scan it and the system knows what the balance is. And of course she didn't know the balances on any of the cards and was harping at the cashier to figure out what was wrong, and the service desk person ended up having to call the credit card company to find out the balances while simultaneously dealing with some old battle ax flipping out about--something. This wasted a good fifteen minutes.
Carryout 2--two tables to some people who purchased close to $500 worth of stuff, much of it small clearance stuff, they had a lot of items, and for some reason the cashier ended up having to do a total void and ring everything up all over again. After already having bagged it all, so she just typed in UPC numbers off the customer's old receipt.
Another ten minutes spent doing nothing.In between carryouts, I had to haul a bunch of fixtures and shit in from outside, upstairs by hand to this little storage room so the managers won't have to go outside all the time to retrieve it whenever people need it. I just wanted to get that done with; it was grueling, sweaty work. I hurt.
Carryout 3--a coffee table for somebody who then found that they didn't bring enough money with them, so they went home--and didn't return.
It's very simple:
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