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I may have to go back an update this. It's been a long week and they've got me working all weekend until next Tuesday. Fun fun.
I work at uBash now. Anyway, on to the antics.
It's Not My Fault That...
I've Been Closing All Week
I've had mostly closing shifts this week, so my inner sense of time has been thrown off quite a bit. I noticed this the most when I wished a few customers a good night at 11 am after working a closing shift the previous night.
One started laughing, a second asked if I had a rough night last night, and a third offered me the coffee he was holding.
You Can't Read
Our registers print out coupons with the receipts to get people to come back to the store, and these usually don't start working until next month. The ones we're printing now won't work until November 1st. But I still get people asking to use them now, or if they can go to another register and re-ring their stuff and use the coupon.
It took one lady 10 minutes and repeated scanning of said coupon to finally get it through her head that, no, it's not going to work. Even if you say "pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, with extra chocolate sauce".
You're a Sexist Prick
This one guy really got on my last nerve. He comes in an hour before closing and wants stuff to put together a football themed party for his son who is on a high school team. The whole time I'm trying to deal with him he mumbles things, gives vague ideas of what he wants, and while I'm trying to decode his Mumblish he's saying (oddly enough, clear and concise English) things about how I'm female, apparently not good at my job, should get back in the kitchen, and other such jabs. I warned him a couple of times that if he didn't knock it off, I was done, and he was on his own. He sneers and mutters "Can't take it can ya? Wouldn't expect better from you anyway."
That did it. I found AA, told him the situation and described the customer for him, and told him I was done dealing with him. AA said he'd take over from there, and I turned my attention to a different customer who needed help.
Just then, we hear this loud "GET OUTTA MY STORE RIGHT NOW!" and the door jingle. I found out later that while the customer was happy to finally be rid of me, he wouldn't stop with the sexist comments, even with my manager in range. My manager had started ringing up his purchases and said "Well, sir, she wouldn't have walked off if you had treated her like a human being. You need to learn some manners." The customer had replied with "And she needs to have that flaming tampon pulled before I do it myself!" Which resulted in my manager belting out what he did, a permaban, and a call around to warn other stores.
Yeah, AA doesn't tolerate that kind of stuff.
I Speak Spanish
I majored in Spanish in college, and got a degree in it. I don't dare declare myself an expert at it, but I am pretty good at it.
So I had a couple come in yesterday and the only word they could use to describe what they wanted was "butterfly", along with bits and pieces of another language. I recognized the dialect, so decided to take a gamble and say "Hablas espanol?" Their faces lit up like Christmas trees and we continue back and forth completely in Spanish. Turns out they wanted some large butterfly cutouts to decorate with, and while we were sold out, they were thrilled that I was able to figure out what they wanted.
Not the person nearby, who told me to "jump back over the fence".
You sir, go jump into a fire.
I'm Good at Math
K had brought up a large box of...something..that she was going to sell to a customer at a 25% discount. The..thing sold for $119.99, and she couldn't figure out 25% of that price.
I tell her it's $89.99, if she rounds $119.99 up to $120 and divides it by 4, she gets $30. So she would need to take $30 off the original price, resulting in $89.99. Basic math, right?
I think I floored them. There was silence for a couple of minutes before she checked it on a calculator and found I was right.
Jason Voorhees Makes a Great Babysitter
We have one of those giant animatronic statues of Jason in the corner by some costumes. He's motion activated, so as soon as someone walks by he starts swinging his knife back and forth and cackling. He's managed to spook me on more than one occasion.
He's great because we'll have little kids running around and causing havoc in the store, but as soon as they run past him they stop and stare up at him, waiting for him to do it again. It's hilarious. I didn't think kids had brakes that good.
We Watch Out For Our Safety
We have one of those large rolling ladders with the basket on top. I hate it, but I have to use it to pull stock down from higher shelves if we run out or if a customer wants a different size of costume or anything like that.
Someone's kid decided to use it for his tantrum throwing and banged his fists on the bottom step of the ladder, while one of my coworkers was on said ladder. Of course, she's freaking out because if he bangs on the bottom step hard enough, the ladder will unlock, and she's already freaked out about falling off. I'm trying to get the parents to control their kid so my coworker can finish helping her customer, but it falls on deaf ears. So I have my coworker come down from the ladder for her own sake, and we wait. Finally it sinks in to the idiot parent that she's -le gasp- in the way, picks up her kid, and leaves. The other customer was pretty cool with the wait, got what they wanted, and went on their merry way. And my poor coworker's never going near that ladder again.
An update is sure to come, I'm going in a few hours to close tonight, then I close tomorrow only to turn around and open on Monday.
I work at uBash now. Anyway, on to the antics.
It's Not My Fault That...
I've Been Closing All Week
I've had mostly closing shifts this week, so my inner sense of time has been thrown off quite a bit. I noticed this the most when I wished a few customers a good night at 11 am after working a closing shift the previous night.
One started laughing, a second asked if I had a rough night last night, and a third offered me the coffee he was holding.
You Can't Read
Our registers print out coupons with the receipts to get people to come back to the store, and these usually don't start working until next month. The ones we're printing now won't work until November 1st. But I still get people asking to use them now, or if they can go to another register and re-ring their stuff and use the coupon.
It took one lady 10 minutes and repeated scanning of said coupon to finally get it through her head that, no, it's not going to work. Even if you say "pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top, with extra chocolate sauce".
You're a Sexist Prick
This one guy really got on my last nerve. He comes in an hour before closing and wants stuff to put together a football themed party for his son who is on a high school team. The whole time I'm trying to deal with him he mumbles things, gives vague ideas of what he wants, and while I'm trying to decode his Mumblish he's saying (oddly enough, clear and concise English) things about how I'm female, apparently not good at my job, should get back in the kitchen, and other such jabs. I warned him a couple of times that if he didn't knock it off, I was done, and he was on his own. He sneers and mutters "Can't take it can ya? Wouldn't expect better from you anyway."
That did it. I found AA, told him the situation and described the customer for him, and told him I was done dealing with him. AA said he'd take over from there, and I turned my attention to a different customer who needed help.
Just then, we hear this loud "GET OUTTA MY STORE RIGHT NOW!" and the door jingle. I found out later that while the customer was happy to finally be rid of me, he wouldn't stop with the sexist comments, even with my manager in range. My manager had started ringing up his purchases and said "Well, sir, she wouldn't have walked off if you had treated her like a human being. You need to learn some manners." The customer had replied with "And she needs to have that flaming tampon pulled before I do it myself!" Which resulted in my manager belting out what he did, a permaban, and a call around to warn other stores.
Yeah, AA doesn't tolerate that kind of stuff.
I Speak Spanish
I majored in Spanish in college, and got a degree in it. I don't dare declare myself an expert at it, but I am pretty good at it.
So I had a couple come in yesterday and the only word they could use to describe what they wanted was "butterfly", along with bits and pieces of another language. I recognized the dialect, so decided to take a gamble and say "Hablas espanol?" Their faces lit up like Christmas trees and we continue back and forth completely in Spanish. Turns out they wanted some large butterfly cutouts to decorate with, and while we were sold out, they were thrilled that I was able to figure out what they wanted.
Not the person nearby, who told me to "jump back over the fence".
You sir, go jump into a fire.
I'm Good at Math
K had brought up a large box of...something..that she was going to sell to a customer at a 25% discount. The..thing sold for $119.99, and she couldn't figure out 25% of that price.
I tell her it's $89.99, if she rounds $119.99 up to $120 and divides it by 4, she gets $30. So she would need to take $30 off the original price, resulting in $89.99. Basic math, right?
I think I floored them. There was silence for a couple of minutes before she checked it on a calculator and found I was right.
Jason Voorhees Makes a Great Babysitter
We have one of those giant animatronic statues of Jason in the corner by some costumes. He's motion activated, so as soon as someone walks by he starts swinging his knife back and forth and cackling. He's managed to spook me on more than one occasion.
He's great because we'll have little kids running around and causing havoc in the store, but as soon as they run past him they stop and stare up at him, waiting for him to do it again. It's hilarious. I didn't think kids had brakes that good.
We Watch Out For Our Safety
We have one of those large rolling ladders with the basket on top. I hate it, but I have to use it to pull stock down from higher shelves if we run out or if a customer wants a different size of costume or anything like that.
Someone's kid decided to use it for his tantrum throwing and banged his fists on the bottom step of the ladder, while one of my coworkers was on said ladder. Of course, she's freaking out because if he bangs on the bottom step hard enough, the ladder will unlock, and she's already freaked out about falling off. I'm trying to get the parents to control their kid so my coworker can finish helping her customer, but it falls on deaf ears. So I have my coworker come down from the ladder for her own sake, and we wait. Finally it sinks in to the idiot parent that she's -le gasp- in the way, picks up her kid, and leaves. The other customer was pretty cool with the wait, got what they wanted, and went on their merry way. And my poor coworker's never going near that ladder again.
An update is sure to come, I'm going in a few hours to close tonight, then I close tomorrow only to turn around and open on Monday.
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