So seeing as my husband and I have decided we want a house, to afford kids, and to get around to taking a honeymoon someday (though personally I'd prefer the honeymoon first), I put myself back out in the workforce and now wear an orange apron with...well, more resignation than pride, I suppose. The head cashier is on vacation this week, so my new hire class is kind of getting haphazard instruction, which is fine with me because it's still instruction. Today two of us finished up what we could of the computer courses so they had us shadowing since there was no one to run us through the hands-on courses.
After a bit of watching, L has M and I do some scanning (though she couldn't let us handle cash)...enter a couple contractors with loads of lumber that come up as cut and needing to be measured.
Transaction one:
M: *picks the guy's lumber to measure it*
SC: Oh, it's six feet.
M: Okay. *continues what she's doing, but falters when pinned by a nasty glare from the SC*
L: *ignores SC, and helps M measure*
SC: *is all puffed up now, tone nasty* And what did it measure?
M: S-six feet...
SC: I can't believe people these days... *goes into a ramble about honesty, yadda yadda*
What made it better was this transaction a few minutes later...
Transaction two:
M: *sees measured lumber, hides behind me*
Me: *picks up the guy's lumber*
Guy: Oh, these are all 5 feet, except for that one.
Me: *gives him a grin* I believe you, but I have to prove I know how to measure.
Guy: *looks surprised, then grins back* What, did the last guy give you trouble?
Me: Yeah, he threw a fit that we wouldn't take his word about the length of his wood.
Guy: ...I'm sure there's a joke in there, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
Me, M, L:
After a bit of watching, L has M and I do some scanning (though she couldn't let us handle cash)...enter a couple contractors with loads of lumber that come up as cut and needing to be measured.
Transaction one:
M: *picks the guy's lumber to measure it*
SC: Oh, it's six feet.
M: Okay. *continues what she's doing, but falters when pinned by a nasty glare from the SC*
L: *ignores SC, and helps M measure*
SC: *is all puffed up now, tone nasty* And what did it measure?
M: S-six feet...
SC: I can't believe people these days... *goes into a ramble about honesty, yadda yadda*
What made it better was this transaction a few minutes later...
Transaction two:
M: *sees measured lumber, hides behind me*
Me: *picks up the guy's lumber*
Guy: Oh, these are all 5 feet, except for that one.
Me: *gives him a grin* I believe you, but I have to prove I know how to measure.
Guy: *looks surprised, then grins back* What, did the last guy give you trouble?
Me: Yeah, he threw a fit that we wouldn't take his word about the length of his wood.
Guy: ...I'm sure there's a joke in there, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
Me, M, L:
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