If You Can't Handle the Heat...

[Gaki]

Don't go outside, get in your sweltering car, get uber angry (and smelly), and take it out on me.

This was one of the strangest days that has happened to me this summer, but that's not saying much since I've only been at this store for two weeks give or take a few days. Yesterday really did something to me though, I had HORRIBLE nightmares, which I'll tell you about after the real stuff because they did have to do with work (don't you hate that?)

Smartassed by a Dumbass:

Me: Your total is X.XX.
SC: Excuse me? How much is this? *holds up icecream*
Me: That's 2.59 sir.
SC: No, no it isn't. Back there it says it's 1.79!
Me: Is that a sale price? *checks the sale list*
SC: NO, it says it back there!
Me: I don't have anyone to check that and if it doesn't show up on the register like that...
SC: You really need to learn your prices. (gives me a disapproving look)
Me: There are...over...a hundred products...
SC: *shakes his head and leaves*

Turns out, I went back there. He grabbed the wrong icecream. It WAS 2.59. The 1.79 one was just listed first in the icecream list on the door of the freezer.

The CALLS

I answered the phone, which is never a good idea, I should just let it ring most of the time.

Me: (spiel) How may I help you?
Confused Lady: What are your triple points on this time? You know, for your REWARDS CARD?!
Me: Uh... *asks the other people around me* I think it's sandwiches this time, from the deli.
CL: You mean they're not MILKSHAKES?!
Me: Milkshakes were the last one, that ended today.
CL: Are you SURE they're the sandwiches?
Me: No, I'm not sure.
CL: I WANT YOU TO BE SUUUUUUUREEEE!!!!
Me: I'm sorry Ma'am but we're really busy right now, I'm going to have to let you go. *click*

The second...

Me: (spiel) How may I help you?
Indian Lady: I am from (unclear) we (unclear) I would like to speak to a manager.
Me: Our manager has gone home for the day, I'm sorry.
IL: Then I would like to speak to the owner.
Me: We don't have an owner, just a manager.
IL: Then GIVE ME THE MANAGER.
Me: Our manager went home for the day, is there any message you would like me to give him?
IL: No, just let me speak to the owner then.
Me: Ma'am, we're a chain store, owned by corporate. Corporate has their own numbers. Is there any message you would like me to relay to the manager?
IL: No, when can I call back for him?
Me: Between 6am and 2pm.
IL: His name?
Me: Awesome Manager.
IL: How do you spell that first name?
Me: (it's the easiest name, it's only three letters...) A-W-E-S-O-M-E?
IL: And what about his last name, how do you spell that?
Me: (doesn't have time for this) *click*

She didn't call back, couldn't have been that important...

One and Two...no...wait...CONFUSION REIGNS.

Our scratch off tickets are numbered from 1 to 24, 1 being the most expensive and 24 being the least. A guy comes in with some winners, they total up to something moderate (20-40 dollars most likely) and confuses himself REALLY BADLY.

Me: I owe you XX.XX.
SC: I want a 19...and a one and a two.
Me: *pull off a 19, 1, and 2.*
SC: What are you doing?
Me: You wanted a 1 and a 2 right?
SC: *stares at the one and two for the longest time* No...no...no you're doing it wrong, you've done something wrong, I can't afford those! I don't...no, put them back!
Me: Okay, what DID you want then?
SC: I wanted...um...um...I...I...wanted...um...I don't...errr....I want some cigarettes?

Telling Me your Master Plan

A guy comes up and throws his stuff at me. It doesn't hit me, it kinda just bounces along the counter and stops before the edge. So I ignore it, it happens, I think of it as a playful throw a little too far. Well he throws the money too, it does the same thing. I don't really care, you know, I just take it and give him his change. When he takes his stuff in the back he looks at me really sternly and says, "I MEANT to throw them at you."

Note: I don't know this man, it's the first time I've seen him in my entire life. If there is something wrong, I can't tell unless you notify me. "Oh god, he threw his stuff at me, there must be a problem in the dairy area!" No...just...no. I'm not going to ask you what's wrong either, because you know what? I don't care. So the next time a customer comes up and slams their card down on the counter because it was "not approved" at the pump, they're getting the same treatment. Total indifference.

He Can Do It Allllllll by Himself.

This guy was interesting.

Me: *reaches for the bottle of pepsi*
SC: *yanks it back and yells* I'LL DO IT MYSELF!!!
Me:
SC: I have an INFECTION!
Me: Okay?
SC: *gets out a creditcard*
Me: I have to swipe that.
SC: Where's the machine for ME to do it?
Me: There isn't one. It's the register.
SC: *sheepishly hands me his card*

I understand that he didn't want me to get sick but I mean, there were better ways to handle that. And I DO have hand sanitizer behind the counter, it's not a big deal. I use it all the time. I handle dirty disgusting sweaty money all day...

As for my dreams...

In the first one my coworker gave an old lady the wrong change so she cut him up with a chainsaw then started after me with it. I had to wade through a giant hippie reunion in the parking lot to get to my truck but as soon as I had my hand on the handle she was right behind me and I woke up right as I ducked under her chainsaw. My heart was beating so hard when I woke up, it was so frightening!

The second one was more of a commute. I was driving to work and all of a sudden there was a truck in front of me so I hit the brakes and lost control and right when I was about to hit the back of the truck I woke up.

I really need to get better sleep if I'm going to handle 90 degrees the rest of the week. People get PISSY in this weather.

[Sheldonrs]

As bad as those dreams sound, they still sound better than your day at work.


Cookie?

[Gaki]

Cookies are greatly appreciated. See, what's great about my work is that there's no real rules for answering the phone, so if it's unimportant then I can hang up on whomever I choose. They obviously know the number, they just need to call back during first shift.

The only people I can't hang up on are: Gas Price Change people, My manager, My manager's wife and whatever else I deem important. Everyone else should know to call between 6 and 2 if they need to talk to the manager.

The worst part is that I go in at 2 today and my coworker working with me was like "You thought TODAY was bad, wait til tomorrow, there's a whole order coming in and they leave it now for second shift."

It's SUPPOSED to be done by FIRST shift. Agh. So Monday is Memorial Day, people are stocking up and whatnots, I only saw two people on the schedule and there's a shipment. There better be another person coming in today or I'll be giving more people sass than usual.

I say that now but in reality I'll be confused by rudeness and inadvertently ignore it. (I'm a little dense, I find it hard to recognize subtle rudeness...so when I write these stories, the tone was DRIPPING with entitlement and/or sucky, because if it was any other way I wouldn't notice it...)

[Exaspera]

I say that now but in reality I'll be confused by rudeness and inadvertently ignore it. (I'm a little dense, I find it hard to recognize subtle rudeness...so when I write these stories, the tone was DRIPPING with entitlement and/or sucky, because if it was any other way I wouldn't notice it...)

Y'know, this can be a good thing!

[Evil Queen]

In the first one my coworker gave an old lady the wrong change so she cut him up with a chainsaw then started after me with it.

Dude, that would make a great short film! We could call it CUSTOMERS SUCK. Now that I think about it... that does sound like a good idea....

*offers cookies for the great idea and wanders around*

[Shalom]

I say that now but in reality I'll be confused by rudeness and inadvertently ignore it. (I'm a little dense, I find it hard to recognize subtle rudeness...so when I write these stories, the tone was DRIPPING with entitlement and/or sucky, because if it was any other way I wouldn't notice it...)

You know, don't you, that nothing pisses off an SC more than when he tries to make you mad and you don't even notice it? I loved doing that...

[JustaCashier]

When he takes his stuff in the back he looks at me really sternly and says, "I MEANT to throw them at you."

Okay, so you have a one inch penis.

And that is my fault how??


Mike

[TheSHAD0W]

A guy comes up and throws his stuff at me. It doesn't hit me, it kinda just bounces along the counter and stops before the edge. So I ignore it, it happens, I think of it as a playful throw a little too far. Well he throws the money too, it does the same thing. I don't really care, you know, I just take it and give him his change. When he takes his stuff in the back he looks at me really sternly and says, "I MEANT to throw them at you."

"Well, you throw like a girl."

[XCashier]

I say that now but in reality I'll be confused by rudeness and inadvertently ignore it. (I'm a little dense, I find it hard to recognize subtle rudeness...so when I write these stories, the tone was DRIPPING with entitlement and/or sucky, because if it was any other way I wouldn't notice it...)

That can be a good thing. It'll keep you from flying off the handle at SCs and getting in trouble with management. And just letting their BS roll off you like water off a duck's back can substantially raise the SC's blood pressure...

[chainedbarista]

Okay, so you have a one inch penis.

*snickers loudly*

sad thing is any change of any type makes people pissy-gas, taxes, temprature, rectal exams...it all makes them pissy.

one of the reasons i was glad to be fired from the big green apron-the hordes of never ending pissy people.