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I had a very early (6 AM) and very long (it was grocery truck day) day today at the c-store. I started out on our first register, but once the person scheduled for day shift was in, I was moved to 2nd register. Then, once truck came, I was assigned to put away frozen goods. In between doing my appointed task, I waited on customers if the line got too big. I was barely on the register at all, but every time I was, someone was grumbling about one thing or another! Why me? Two SC's that stood out, for your viewing (dis)pleasure:
It's NOT Funny!
I'm ringing people up when two teenage boys come in. We'll call them SC and SCF (Sc's Friend). SC is paying for both of them--with quarters. Cue the following convo.
SCF: Man, why do you always pay in quarters?
SC: **counting quarters, laughing** Cuz it's funny!
ME: **death glare** You ever worked on this side of the counter?
SC: No, and I don't ever plan to, cuz it's funny!
ME: **death glare the rest of the time I ring him up, thinking things that I dare not say at the risk of losing my job over some teenage punk**
SC and SCF left, and I turned to my coworker, L, on the first register and relayed the conversation to her, as she'd been busy and only heard bits of it. My conclusion: Some people should be FORCED to work behind a cash register for a while, just to see how hard it is dealing with assholes like themselves!
Go Change It Yourself!!
Later, I'm ringing customers up again, and this...ehm...non-gentleman came to my register. He had a 30 cent package of crackers, so I rang that up.
ME: Can I get you anything else today?
SC: Yeah, I'd like my receipt. I guess pay at the pump isn't pay at the pump anymore!
ME: **bites tongue to keep from making a smartass comment back** ALright, which pump were you on?
SC: Um...uh...I dunno...Probably 1? No...Probably 5.
ME: **reprints receipt** There you are. You just happened to pull up to the one pump (out of eight, folks) that's out of paper. Sorry about that.
SC: **gruffly** Well get out there and get some paper in it!
ME: **as sweetly as I possibly can** Well I'm sorry. I'll be sure and tell my manager to do so. I can't do it myself.
SC: **catbutt face, pays and leaves**
L: **looks at me after he leaves** There've been some real assholes in here today.
ME: And I've had all of them! Why me> What'd I do???
My manager's reasoning was that it's the holiday season, and people are rude this time of year. Whatever the reasoning, I was beyond happy to get out of there today! I only wish I didn't have to go back tomorrow! Ugh!! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay down and take a nap while I wait for my Excedrin to kick in and kill the headache I have!
It's NOT Funny!
I'm ringing people up when two teenage boys come in. We'll call them SC and SCF (Sc's Friend). SC is paying for both of them--with quarters. Cue the following convo.
SCF: Man, why do you always pay in quarters?
SC: **counting quarters, laughing** Cuz it's funny!
ME: **death glare** You ever worked on this side of the counter?
SC: No, and I don't ever plan to, cuz it's funny!
ME: **death glare the rest of the time I ring him up, thinking things that I dare not say at the risk of losing my job over some teenage punk**
SC and SCF left, and I turned to my coworker, L, on the first register and relayed the conversation to her, as she'd been busy and only heard bits of it. My conclusion: Some people should be FORCED to work behind a cash register for a while, just to see how hard it is dealing with assholes like themselves!
Go Change It Yourself!!
Later, I'm ringing customers up again, and this...ehm...non-gentleman came to my register. He had a 30 cent package of crackers, so I rang that up.
ME: Can I get you anything else today?
SC: Yeah, I'd like my receipt. I guess pay at the pump isn't pay at the pump anymore!
ME: **bites tongue to keep from making a smartass comment back** ALright, which pump were you on?
SC: Um...uh...I dunno...Probably 1? No...Probably 5.
ME: **reprints receipt** There you are. You just happened to pull up to the one pump (out of eight, folks) that's out of paper. Sorry about that.
SC: **gruffly** Well get out there and get some paper in it!
ME: **as sweetly as I possibly can** Well I'm sorry. I'll be sure and tell my manager to do so. I can't do it myself.
SC: **catbutt face, pays and leaves**
L: **looks at me after he leaves** There've been some real assholes in here today.
ME: And I've had all of them! Why me> What'd I do???
My manager's reasoning was that it's the holiday season, and people are rude this time of year. Whatever the reasoning, I was beyond happy to get out of there today! I only wish I didn't have to go back tomorrow! Ugh!! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go lay down and take a nap while I wait for my Excedrin to kick in and kill the headache I have!
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