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This is going to be a massive mixture of boards, as I have a lot to just be pissy about today.
First off, the AC died before I got home last night, so, no sleeping in my bedroom, instead, I slept downstairs, which wouldn't have been so bad, had Dad not already taken the couch to sleep on, I got one of the chairs, and curled up on it, found it extremely uncomfortable, and eventually made my way to the floor, assuming stretching out would at least be comfortable... I woke up with one arm numb, so, guess not...
Anyway, work stories:
Cast of characters:
J: Me, Age: 28 Hair: Thinning Last Book Read: Scott Pilgrim 4
S: Coffee shop guy Age: I'd guess he's twenty Hair: covered in a hat Last Book Read: Scott Pilgrim finale (7? 8?)
R: Deli guy Age: Hell if I know Hair: Shorn Last Book Read: See age
Myself and S are talking while I await my delicious beverage, R comes over and makes brief small talk with the both of us, and blurts, "J's a good girl..." to which I blurt, "No, I'm going to turn out to be the final boss of this game, the all-consuming alien horror that wants humanity dead or something..."
S looks at me and says, "I canNOT believe you just said that..."
"Can't help it, been reading too much Scott Pilgrim..."
S: "High five! I just finished reading it myself."
Sweet, we talk a bit, I tell him how I would end the story, and he replies, "No comment." Crap, I hate it when I'm right.
More characters: SM: Store manager, general pain in the ass, don't really care to give you stats...
I was standing at the end of the slower U Scan bank, had just greeted a customer, and suddenly, as the customer passes into the store, I notice SM, who says, "Juwl!" and starts making a little circle with his finger pointed at me... and I just have to stare. "I'm not playing charades with you, ass hole, use your words!"
Apparently, he wanted me to keep moving, so I would wear down faster and be sitting more at night. Yes, he is what we call "SMRT".
You only get one, WHORE!
I come over to help a customer later at night, and she hands me a coupon, but her screen is showing the RX credit prompt.
J: "Would you like to use the prescription credit?"
H: "Yes..."
J: "Hit 'yes', then..."
Comp: *covers the rest of her transaction, as the credit is more than enough to cover her order*
H: "But I wanted to use the coupon too."
J: "You can't."
HH: (Her husband...?) "You didn't ask if we wanted to use the coupon."
J: "Seeing as the Rx credit comes up first, no, I wouldn't have... it takes precedence. You can't use both. If you want to use the credit, you only get the one chance, right after you hit total. Seeing as you can't use coupons until you choose how you're going to pay, and the credit comes up first..."
HH: "We wanted to use the coupon, too."
J: "The system isn't set up to let that happen. The credit comes up first, and then coupons. However, since the credit covered it, you don't get the choice. There's no way to bypass the credit screen and use the coupon, then go back and use the credit, it's just NOT possible." Also, seeing as it's credit we gave you for transferring your prescription to our pharmacy, and is thusly free money, we get the final say in how you can redeem it. It's in the fine print somewhere, I guarantee it.
No way, they come in other sizes?
I come over to help a more different customer with maxi pads.
H: "These (indicating a 16 pack) ring up $3.00, but these (a 32 pack) ring up $6.00...?"
J: "They're different sizes..."
H: "Yes, they do come in different sizes."
Seeing as I didn't ask you a question, what the hell are you trying to tell me? Of course the one that's twice the size is going to be twice the price, you ho...
H: "But they're both supposed to be $3.00."
I doubt that muchly...
She wanders off to do her own price check, and I wander off to do something else entirely, and hear nothing else about it, so she must've realized she was wrong...
Coworkers:
I'm helping a coworker after he's rung his stuff, and he ALWAYS pays with a check. ALWAYS... pisses me off. He writes out a check for exactly his purchase, I run it, and hand him his receipt.
H: "Where's my change?"
J: "What change? You wrote it out for exact price."
H: "No, I didn't."
J: "Yes, you did." *I pull his check out of the drawer and show him, the payment box says exactly his total, but his line where he wrote out the total says ten over... oops... so, we're both wrong, but I can't do anything about it at this point... so, he fixes the written part to say the total, and starts to leave, only to realize he forgot to get smokes, so he comes back through while we're getting busier and busier, and writes another check, and I verify before I walk away that he only wants $5 back.
Another coworker:
This is that girl who hates me for whatever reason...
FEM for tonight asked her to stick around an hour to get the go backs done, as they were just piling up today, and they hardly got touched for various reasons. No biggie, she grabs a cart and a few of the baskets and starts on them. I help customers while she's busy with that, I see her return maybe once to get another cartful, but an hour later, she walks up front, and says, "I got some of it done, but it's been an hour." I look over at the three full size carts, and four minicarts that she didn't even touch. I seethe a bit, thinking, "Had I been doing go backs, I could've had them done in that hour, since I never once called her up front to ring, my time doing go backs would've been uninterrupted, and they'd be done, I'd be dead tired for the rest of the night, but it would be DONE. She didn't even get it half way... I'm just going to leave these for morning crew to see, so maybe FEM will get word of how go backs didn't get done..."
Long story...
An ex coworker has been coming in every night since he got fired/quit (not really sure his story, just know he used to work for us at the opening, and then wasn't) and he likes to go through the drawers that have all my supplies in them, so, anytime I see him come in, I lock the drawer, as he likes to just pull out reward cards, scan them, then crumple up the info sheet and tear one of the keychain cards off, just so we can't use that app any longer. Then he leaves them lying around for us to find. He comes in tonight, I lock my drawer, he comes back with milk, scans it, sets it down, tugs on my drawer, finds it locked. "Do you have any cards, Juwl?"
"Nope. None."
"None?"
"None..." as I lift the keyboard and look at the handful of cards I've found lying around in the past few days.
He walks over to an unattended register, and grabs an app from the drawer there, comes back, and does his usual.
Damn you, everyone who works here got a card their first day, you shit, remember where you put it! Oh, and he apparently got his job back, so I can hate him even more.
First off, the AC died before I got home last night, so, no sleeping in my bedroom, instead, I slept downstairs, which wouldn't have been so bad, had Dad not already taken the couch to sleep on, I got one of the chairs, and curled up on it, found it extremely uncomfortable, and eventually made my way to the floor, assuming stretching out would at least be comfortable... I woke up with one arm numb, so, guess not...
Anyway, work stories:
Cast of characters:
J: Me, Age: 28 Hair: Thinning Last Book Read: Scott Pilgrim 4
S: Coffee shop guy Age: I'd guess he's twenty Hair: covered in a hat Last Book Read: Scott Pilgrim finale (7? 8?)
R: Deli guy Age: Hell if I know Hair: Shorn Last Book Read: See age
Myself and S are talking while I await my delicious beverage, R comes over and makes brief small talk with the both of us, and blurts, "J's a good girl..." to which I blurt, "No, I'm going to turn out to be the final boss of this game, the all-consuming alien horror that wants humanity dead or something..."
S looks at me and says, "I canNOT believe you just said that..."
"Can't help it, been reading too much Scott Pilgrim..."
S: "High five! I just finished reading it myself."
Sweet, we talk a bit, I tell him how I would end the story, and he replies, "No comment." Crap, I hate it when I'm right.
More characters: SM: Store manager, general pain in the ass, don't really care to give you stats...
I was standing at the end of the slower U Scan bank, had just greeted a customer, and suddenly, as the customer passes into the store, I notice SM, who says, "Juwl!" and starts making a little circle with his finger pointed at me... and I just have to stare. "I'm not playing charades with you, ass hole, use your words!"
Apparently, he wanted me to keep moving, so I would wear down faster and be sitting more at night. Yes, he is what we call "SMRT".
You only get one, WHORE!
I come over to help a customer later at night, and she hands me a coupon, but her screen is showing the RX credit prompt.
J: "Would you like to use the prescription credit?"
H: "Yes..."
J: "Hit 'yes', then..."
Comp: *covers the rest of her transaction, as the credit is more than enough to cover her order*
H: "But I wanted to use the coupon too."
J: "You can't."
HH: (Her husband...?) "You didn't ask if we wanted to use the coupon."
J: "Seeing as the Rx credit comes up first, no, I wouldn't have... it takes precedence. You can't use both. If you want to use the credit, you only get the one chance, right after you hit total. Seeing as you can't use coupons until you choose how you're going to pay, and the credit comes up first..."
HH: "We wanted to use the coupon, too."
J: "The system isn't set up to let that happen. The credit comes up first, and then coupons. However, since the credit covered it, you don't get the choice. There's no way to bypass the credit screen and use the coupon, then go back and use the credit, it's just NOT possible." Also, seeing as it's credit we gave you for transferring your prescription to our pharmacy, and is thusly free money, we get the final say in how you can redeem it. It's in the fine print somewhere, I guarantee it.
No way, they come in other sizes?
I come over to help a more different customer with maxi pads.
H: "These (indicating a 16 pack) ring up $3.00, but these (a 32 pack) ring up $6.00...?"
J: "They're different sizes..."
H: "Yes, they do come in different sizes."
Seeing as I didn't ask you a question, what the hell are you trying to tell me? Of course the one that's twice the size is going to be twice the price, you ho...
H: "But they're both supposed to be $3.00."
I doubt that muchly...
She wanders off to do her own price check, and I wander off to do something else entirely, and hear nothing else about it, so she must've realized she was wrong...
Coworkers:
I'm helping a coworker after he's rung his stuff, and he ALWAYS pays with a check. ALWAYS... pisses me off. He writes out a check for exactly his purchase, I run it, and hand him his receipt.
H: "Where's my change?"
J: "What change? You wrote it out for exact price."
H: "No, I didn't."
J: "Yes, you did." *I pull his check out of the drawer and show him, the payment box says exactly his total, but his line where he wrote out the total says ten over... oops... so, we're both wrong, but I can't do anything about it at this point... so, he fixes the written part to say the total, and starts to leave, only to realize he forgot to get smokes, so he comes back through while we're getting busier and busier, and writes another check, and I verify before I walk away that he only wants $5 back.
Another coworker:
This is that girl who hates me for whatever reason...
FEM for tonight asked her to stick around an hour to get the go backs done, as they were just piling up today, and they hardly got touched for various reasons. No biggie, she grabs a cart and a few of the baskets and starts on them. I help customers while she's busy with that, I see her return maybe once to get another cartful, but an hour later, she walks up front, and says, "I got some of it done, but it's been an hour." I look over at the three full size carts, and four minicarts that she didn't even touch. I seethe a bit, thinking, "Had I been doing go backs, I could've had them done in that hour, since I never once called her up front to ring, my time doing go backs would've been uninterrupted, and they'd be done, I'd be dead tired for the rest of the night, but it would be DONE. She didn't even get it half way... I'm just going to leave these for morning crew to see, so maybe FEM will get word of how go backs didn't get done..."
Long story...
An ex coworker has been coming in every night since he got fired/quit (not really sure his story, just know he used to work for us at the opening, and then wasn't) and he likes to go through the drawers that have all my supplies in them, so, anytime I see him come in, I lock the drawer, as he likes to just pull out reward cards, scan them, then crumple up the info sheet and tear one of the keychain cards off, just so we can't use that app any longer. Then he leaves them lying around for us to find. He comes in tonight, I lock my drawer, he comes back with milk, scans it, sets it down, tugs on my drawer, finds it locked. "Do you have any cards, Juwl?"
"Nope. None."
"None?"
"None..." as I lift the keyboard and look at the handful of cards I've found lying around in the past few days.
He walks over to an unattended register, and grabs an app from the drawer there, comes back, and does his usual.
Damn you, everyone who works here got a card their first day, you shit, remember where you put it! Oh, and he apparently got his job back, so I can hate him even more.
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