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Well, Sunday night sucked.
At my liquor store, Sunday night is always pretty much dead. You get the diehard drunks and maybe a couple of shift workers whose 'weekend' starts on Monday. Pretty tame.
Unfortunately, because it's so slow, we only have about 2 people on the floor after 8pm. This makes it the perfect time to either steal from us, or try to screw us out of money.
It was my unlucky day.
To start off with, I did a stupid thing. I was tired to the point where I was doing "The Nod", so I decided I to grab a glass of Coke from the pub next door (free for us liquor store worker bees).
This was a stupid idea.
Just under 20 minutes later I'm on the back till when I get hit with a flare-up of my wonderful pancreas. Hit with a cold sweat, cramps, incredible nausea, and dizziness.
Awesome-cakes.
Of course, I have to get the fussiest customer of all time then. We have run out of all popular cigarette brands due to an ordering mixup, and this angers him greatly.
FC: Pack of <cheap brand> cigarettes king-size.
Me: Unfortunately we've run out of king-size. We do have them in regular. Otherwise we also have <brand A>,<brand B>, <brand C>, and <brand D>.
FC: I don't want regular. Well what about <another cheap brand> cigarettes king-size?
Me: Unfortunately we've fun out of those as well. We currently have <brand A>,<brand B>, <brand C>, and <brand D>.
FC: Well what do you have in king-size?
Me: <Brand D>.
FC: Is that anything like <cheap brand>?
Me: I'm not sure Sir.
FC: Well why the hell don't you know!
Me: I don't smoke Sir.
FC: Well you should know!!! Just give me a cheap king-size!!!
So I put though his #$@%^!! cigarettes. I turn to the next guy in line and tell him that I'll be back in a second, then I power-walk to the front of the store. I manage to convince my CW to take over my till, and I call the Supervisor down from the office to take over the front till. Now I'm free to go be sick. Yay.
When I get back, I decide to stay on the front till mainly due to it's close proximity to the bathrooms. I'm still feeling nauseous and dizzy. Cue Scammer Lady.
Scammer Lady comes up to buy a lighter. She pays with a $50 note. I take her money, place it under the till and give her her change.
Suddenly, she pulls out another $5 note and adds it to her change and asks for the $50 note back in exchange.
He's where I did something stupid.
I pull out the $50 note again and place it in front of her before I grab the notes. (so dumb)
Before I can put the notes in the till, she asks if I have any $100 notes. I check my till and inform her I don't. She then tells me she would prefer 5 $20's instead of the $50. I grab all the money, and start to exchange it for the 5 $20 notes. Just after I hand it to her it occurs to me that something's wrong. I try to go over the steps again, and can't work out why she now has $100. She argues, so I decide to call the supervisor back from the office. He arrives and I explain the situation.
Me: So I don't know how I got to $100.
SC: I gave you all the change for the $100!
Sup:
just give her the $100.
Me: Sure, whatever.
I know I should have argued my point more, or insisted the Sup count my till up for me, but I was at the point where I just wanted to rest my head against a cold surface so I could feel better. Either way, when the till was counted at the end of the night, mine turned out to be about $47 under. Sup was kicking himself for not checking at the time, but he accepted full responsibility. But the lady is now banned, and if I see her, I'm given full permission to tell her to fuck off. Yay me.
On the plus side, walking home in the cool night air made me feel more human at the end of the night. Stupid pancreas.
At my liquor store, Sunday night is always pretty much dead. You get the diehard drunks and maybe a couple of shift workers whose 'weekend' starts on Monday. Pretty tame.
Unfortunately, because it's so slow, we only have about 2 people on the floor after 8pm. This makes it the perfect time to either steal from us, or try to screw us out of money.
It was my unlucky day.
To start off with, I did a stupid thing. I was tired to the point where I was doing "The Nod", so I decided I to grab a glass of Coke from the pub next door (free for us liquor store worker bees).
This was a stupid idea.
Just under 20 minutes later I'm on the back till when I get hit with a flare-up of my wonderful pancreas. Hit with a cold sweat, cramps, incredible nausea, and dizziness.
Awesome-cakes.
Of course, I have to get the fussiest customer of all time then. We have run out of all popular cigarette brands due to an ordering mixup, and this angers him greatly.
FC: Pack of <cheap brand> cigarettes king-size.
Me: Unfortunately we've run out of king-size. We do have them in regular. Otherwise we also have <brand A>,<brand B>, <brand C>, and <brand D>.
FC: I don't want regular. Well what about <another cheap brand> cigarettes king-size?
Me: Unfortunately we've fun out of those as well. We currently have <brand A>,<brand B>, <brand C>, and <brand D>.
FC: Well what do you have in king-size?
Me: <Brand D>.
FC: Is that anything like <cheap brand>?
Me: I'm not sure Sir.
FC: Well why the hell don't you know!
Me: I don't smoke Sir.
FC: Well you should know!!! Just give me a cheap king-size!!!
So I put though his #$@%^!! cigarettes. I turn to the next guy in line and tell him that I'll be back in a second, then I power-walk to the front of the store. I manage to convince my CW to take over my till, and I call the Supervisor down from the office to take over the front till. Now I'm free to go be sick. Yay.
When I get back, I decide to stay on the front till mainly due to it's close proximity to the bathrooms. I'm still feeling nauseous and dizzy. Cue Scammer Lady.
Scammer Lady comes up to buy a lighter. She pays with a $50 note. I take her money, place it under the till and give her her change.
Suddenly, she pulls out another $5 note and adds it to her change and asks for the $50 note back in exchange.
He's where I did something stupid.
I pull out the $50 note again and place it in front of her before I grab the notes. (so dumb)
Before I can put the notes in the till, she asks if I have any $100 notes. I check my till and inform her I don't. She then tells me she would prefer 5 $20's instead of the $50. I grab all the money, and start to exchange it for the 5 $20 notes. Just after I hand it to her it occurs to me that something's wrong. I try to go over the steps again, and can't work out why she now has $100. She argues, so I decide to call the supervisor back from the office. He arrives and I explain the situation.
Me: So I don't know how I got to $100.
SC: I gave you all the change for the $100!
Sup:
just give her the $100.Me: Sure, whatever.
I know I should have argued my point more, or insisted the Sup count my till up for me, but I was at the point where I just wanted to rest my head against a cold surface so I could feel better. Either way, when the till was counted at the end of the night, mine turned out to be about $47 under. Sup was kicking himself for not checking at the time, but he accepted full responsibility. But the lady is now banned, and if I see her, I'm given full permission to tell her to fuck off. Yay me.
On the plus side, walking home in the cool night air made me feel more human at the end of the night. Stupid pancreas.
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