Yeah.
Guy was mad because I wouldn't give him the sale price for "Smeese's" cups when it's clearly indicated he needs a "Healthiness +" card. He wanted me to scan in mine. I told him I didn't want to get fired. He threatened to shoplift the cups. I told him that's fine but I would call the police; and would he want to go to jail over 88 cents?
Bonus: Where The Hell's My Dustpan?
My carpal tunnel is getting better to the point where I can leave off the braces for periods of time if I wish to, say, scrub toilets; but I need to keep my magnetic bracelets and my braces and wraps close at hand because my hands hurt if I do a task too long.
I asked S if she would sweep the rugs and front for me; she did half a rug before going to help ring and then whining I do a better job than her at sweeping. Then she turned back to her conversation with cashier S2.
Fine, I did them. All the rugs, the front of the registers and the back of the registers and the office and the breakroom and the photo area; and had to resweep when "Brandy's" little boy decided to drop his candy pieces all over. As manager S2 walked by I made a sarcastic comment about everyone taking coffee breaks and she broke up S and S2 and sent them to do other things. My hands were burning a bit after but I don't like leaving tasks unfinished.
Anywho, one of my drunken regular customers thought it would be funny to lift up my dustpan while I sweeping and take it away from me. He got the Death Glare but was still laughing like a maniac.
Guy was mad because I wouldn't give him the sale price for "Smeese's" cups when it's clearly indicated he needs a "Healthiness +" card. He wanted me to scan in mine. I told him I didn't want to get fired. He threatened to shoplift the cups. I told him that's fine but I would call the police; and would he want to go to jail over 88 cents?
Bonus: Where The Hell's My Dustpan?
My carpal tunnel is getting better to the point where I can leave off the braces for periods of time if I wish to, say, scrub toilets; but I need to keep my magnetic bracelets and my braces and wraps close at hand because my hands hurt if I do a task too long.
I asked S if she would sweep the rugs and front for me; she did half a rug before going to help ring and then whining I do a better job than her at sweeping. Then she turned back to her conversation with cashier S2.
Fine, I did them. All the rugs, the front of the registers and the back of the registers and the office and the breakroom and the photo area; and had to resweep when "Brandy's" little boy decided to drop his candy pieces all over. As manager S2 walked by I made a sarcastic comment about everyone taking coffee breaks and she broke up S and S2 and sent them to do other things. My hands were burning a bit after but I don't like leaving tasks unfinished.
Anywho, one of my drunken regular customers thought it would be funny to lift up my dustpan while I sweeping and take it away from me. He got the Death Glare but was still laughing like a maniac.
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