haven't posted in forever, i work at a tiny grocery store in ypsilanti michigan, all that good stuff. the past week or so has been AMAZING in terms of how many shitty customers we get.
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when i ask you a question, the correct answer is either A. "yes, please" or B. "no, thank you". NOT "no. >:| "
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this happens depressingly often. the customer will slide their credit card in our ancient machines, the machine won't pick it up, and so will display the message "Please slide card again". guess how many freaking people STARE AT IT or ASK ME if they have to slide it again. gee, i don't know, what does the machine say?
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one of the supervisors got sick of all our pens disappearing and so brought in a few huge (like, footlong) pens covered in store stickers to put at the registers for customer use.
at least every other customer will say something along the lines of "wow, that's a big pen, hurr durr."
>:| NO SHIT?! I HADN'T NOTICED. jackasses.
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SC: i want all my frozen stuff in bags.
me: okay, paper or plastic?
SC: for the rest? i don't care.
- so i assumed she meant bagged together, so it can all keep cold. okay, no problem. i bagged her stuff all in plastic, yeah yeah yeah.
SC: *looks at frozen stuff in plastic bags* i said i wanted the frozen stuff in BAGS.
me: those are bags, mam.
SC: I MEANT PAPER BAGS.
me: *internal facepalm* do you want me to rebag it all? (yes, politeness goes out the window at times. it's a bad habit that i'm not working on.)
SC: no, forget it.
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two guys came up, talking loudly to each other. one started unloading a cart of wine while the other hefted a bag of ice on the lane (getting ice chips and water everywhere, thanks asshole) and shoved a hundred dollar bill in my face. i didn't want to interrupt their oh-so-important conversation about nothing of any consequence, so rang up the ice and put the hundred through, giving the dude around $96 in change.
SC: this can't be right. all this cannot be four dollars.
me: *sweet as possible* no, i assumed you were paying for just the ice. you know, since you gave me the money right away.
SC: *catbutt face* NO, this is ALL TOGETHER.
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when the cool manager is working and it's late at night and there's nothing else to do, i bring out my notebook and start scribbling away in japanese. sometimes it's song lyrics, sometimes it's one of the stories that i'm working on, sometimes it's "I WANT TO GO HOME" over and over. sometimes i even have a dictionary out as well.
it's got to the point where i hide it when customers come up. because they all take one look and go "YOU KNOW CHINESE?!"
...no. no, i don't. i know japanese. yes, i realise that this is rare and almost incomprehensible to you. but allow me to assure you, it's not a big deal. i still know english.
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lady, always rude and annoying, comes into my lane and i sigh. she's on her cellphone. of course. i don't say hi, how are you or anything when you're on your cellphone. you don't get a choice between paper or plastic bags. put that shit away, for fuck's sake.
she goes through the entire transaction talking about things that shouldn't be talked about in public, and as she hands me her cash she starts winding down. she finally ends the phone call as i give her her change -- only to press a button and start a conversation on the other line.
i walked away at that point and ranted to a coworker for about five minutes.
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i really hate my job.
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when i ask you a question, the correct answer is either A. "yes, please" or B. "no, thank you". NOT "no. >:| "
----
this happens depressingly often. the customer will slide their credit card in our ancient machines, the machine won't pick it up, and so will display the message "Please slide card again". guess how many freaking people STARE AT IT or ASK ME if they have to slide it again. gee, i don't know, what does the machine say?
----
one of the supervisors got sick of all our pens disappearing and so brought in a few huge (like, footlong) pens covered in store stickers to put at the registers for customer use.
at least every other customer will say something along the lines of "wow, that's a big pen, hurr durr."
>:| NO SHIT?! I HADN'T NOTICED. jackasses.
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SC: i want all my frozen stuff in bags.
me: okay, paper or plastic?
SC: for the rest? i don't care.
- so i assumed she meant bagged together, so it can all keep cold. okay, no problem. i bagged her stuff all in plastic, yeah yeah yeah.
SC: *looks at frozen stuff in plastic bags* i said i wanted the frozen stuff in BAGS.
me: those are bags, mam.
SC: I MEANT PAPER BAGS.
me: *internal facepalm* do you want me to rebag it all? (yes, politeness goes out the window at times. it's a bad habit that i'm not working on.)
SC: no, forget it.
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two guys came up, talking loudly to each other. one started unloading a cart of wine while the other hefted a bag of ice on the lane (getting ice chips and water everywhere, thanks asshole) and shoved a hundred dollar bill in my face. i didn't want to interrupt their oh-so-important conversation about nothing of any consequence, so rang up the ice and put the hundred through, giving the dude around $96 in change.
SC: this can't be right. all this cannot be four dollars.
me: *sweet as possible* no, i assumed you were paying for just the ice. you know, since you gave me the money right away.
SC: *catbutt face* NO, this is ALL TOGETHER.
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when the cool manager is working and it's late at night and there's nothing else to do, i bring out my notebook and start scribbling away in japanese. sometimes it's song lyrics, sometimes it's one of the stories that i'm working on, sometimes it's "I WANT TO GO HOME" over and over. sometimes i even have a dictionary out as well.
it's got to the point where i hide it when customers come up. because they all take one look and go "YOU KNOW CHINESE?!"
...no. no, i don't. i know japanese. yes, i realise that this is rare and almost incomprehensible to you. but allow me to assure you, it's not a big deal. i still know english.
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lady, always rude and annoying, comes into my lane and i sigh. she's on her cellphone. of course. i don't say hi, how are you or anything when you're on your cellphone. you don't get a choice between paper or plastic bags. put that shit away, for fuck's sake.
she goes through the entire transaction talking about things that shouldn't be talked about in public, and as she hands me her cash she starts winding down. she finally ends the phone call as i give her her change -- only to press a button and start a conversation on the other line.
i walked away at that point and ranted to a coworker for about five minutes.
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i really hate my job.
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