I must say this whole 'working in retail' rubbish is just not quite working out... I suggest we build robots to fufill our duties! That is basically what we are anyway aren't we?
Lacking in the common sense Dept.
Ok, so you all realise that rotisserie chickens are hot? Therefore, the cabinet they are in is also hot.
Hot = NO TOUCHY
Please remember this in the future. And don't complain to the nearest slave that the chickens (which have several signs stating CAUTION:HOT) have burned your hands. Quite simply, we really REALLY don't care.
Also, coleslaw is messy. It may sometimes get on the container. DEAL WITH IT
Do not pull a face like I've just taken away Christmas from the orphans.
Look at the line! Do you really think I have time to grab 20 paper towels and dab down your container with utmost care??!!
Awkward Moment!
AW= One pissed-off lady!
Me=
Me: Are you alright there?
AW: NO. SOMEONE JUST KEYED MY CAR.
Me: *thinks* How on earth do I respond to that?
AW: GIMME HAM
RD: Some random in a suit. Seemingly normal.
Me:
Me: There you go. *hands over some beef*
RD: LOVE YOU
Me: *quite stunned*
RD: *realises what he said and LEGS IT*
RF= Random foreign dude.
Me=
(as always!)
RF: I need shit chicken!
Me: *thinks*Did he just say?
RF: Shit chicken! Wife say shit chicken!
Awkward silence...
RF: Shit chicken!*paces up and down the counter with exaggerated hand gestures*
Me: I don't understand. We have sliced, shaved or shredded chicken?
RF: Shit chicken!!
Me*thinks* Kinda sounds like shredded...
Me:*points* Shredded chicken?
RF: Shit chicken!!
Me: *grabs* this much?
RF: Yes
Me: There you go.
HOW? Just.. HOW?!?!
How in the name of all that is holy do you manage to smash FIVE bottles of wine? In three seperate locations? HOW?! Ok one or two I can understand...... FIVE?! And after the fifth one you just stare off into space..... Then walk away? Don't try and help the staff clean 5 litres of wine mixed with broken glass during a Sunday 12 O'Clock rush! It's our pleasure to help you!
meh..... too tired to write ae
A good blllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh to you all!
Lacking in the common sense Dept.
Ok, so you all realise that rotisserie chickens are hot? Therefore, the cabinet they are in is also hot.
Hot = NO TOUCHY
Please remember this in the future. And don't complain to the nearest slave that the chickens (which have several signs stating CAUTION:HOT) have burned your hands. Quite simply, we really REALLY don't care.
Also, coleslaw is messy. It may sometimes get on the container. DEAL WITH IT
Do not pull a face like I've just taken away Christmas from the orphans.
Look at the line! Do you really think I have time to grab 20 paper towels and dab down your container with utmost care??!!
Awkward Moment!
AW= One pissed-off lady!
Me=

Me: Are you alright there?
AW: NO. SOMEONE JUST KEYED MY CAR.
Me: *thinks* How on earth do I respond to that?
AW: GIMME HAM
RD: Some random in a suit. Seemingly normal.
Me:

Me: There you go. *hands over some beef*
RD: LOVE YOU
Me: *quite stunned*
RD: *realises what he said and LEGS IT*
RF= Random foreign dude.
Me=

RF: I need shit chicken!
Me: *thinks*Did he just say?
RF: Shit chicken! Wife say shit chicken!
Awkward silence...
RF: Shit chicken!*paces up and down the counter with exaggerated hand gestures*
Me: I don't understand. We have sliced, shaved or shredded chicken?
RF: Shit chicken!!
Me*thinks* Kinda sounds like shredded...
Me:*points* Shredded chicken?
RF: Shit chicken!!
Me: *grabs* this much?
RF: Yes
Me: There you go.
HOW? Just.. HOW?!?!
How in the name of all that is holy do you manage to smash FIVE bottles of wine? In three seperate locations? HOW?! Ok one or two I can understand...... FIVE?! And after the fifth one you just stare off into space..... Then walk away? Don't try and help the staff clean 5 litres of wine mixed with broken glass during a Sunday 12 O'Clock rush! It's our pleasure to help you!
meh..... too tired to write ae
A good blllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh to you all!
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