Know What You Want
SC: I want a pack of Black and Milds and a pack of Swishers.
Me: Which Swishers, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, or this one? (there are literally that many different packs of Swisher Sweet cigars, no lie.)
SC: Uh...that one, no...wait, the one to your left...no that's wrong...uh...uhhhhh...can I just get the pack of Strawberry Phillies?
Me: *goes for the one on that shelf*
SC: No wait, the three pack on the top shelf.
Me: *rings everything up*
SC: Oh...I wanted wine Black and Milds.
Me.
Please...shut up now before I attempt to save the human race from your stupidity.
Guy comes in.
SC: Hey what's up with pump four out there?
Me: To what are you referring?
SC: Like this lady was out there, she couldn't get the numbers off the screen.
Me: The numbers from the last transaction must stay on the screen until she puts in her card and starts pumping according to state law.
SC: Yeah but she did that.
Me: She was pumping and the numbers didn't leave?
SC: She didn't pump it 'cause they didn't leave.
Me: If she didn't pump anything, they stay on there.
SC: Well she went to pump seven because we couldn't fix it.
.......THERE WAS NOTHING TO FIX, STUPID.
GO AWAY.
So I was counting down the register yesterday and this must be a fucking record. SIX people ignored the signs on the counter and all the papers and shit all over the counter and interrupted me for various things. One guy wanted change from his pump and thought other people couldn't do it for him. Another guy wanted me to ring him out...as if it were even possible with my drawer open and my hands full of one dollar bills to count them. I'm not even on the lottery register and this EW ass nugget interrupts me (another record) NINE TIMES with his weird Russian accent and his rude entitlement wanting me to check his tickets for him. I ended up having to SHOUT my counting numbers over him so I wouldn't lose track.
Normal time to count down a register: 3-5 minutes.
Time it took with all these SCs: 10 minutes.
I ended up clocking out 5 minutes late because of these people.
Stupid things people say...
On the phone:
"Can I speak to Jim, the manager?" (Our manager's name is nothing close to "Jim.")
"How old do you have to be to buy cigarettes?"
"Do you sell alcohol?" (This isn't New York, buddy.)
"Can I get the winning numbers for the noon time Daily Number?" Answer: "It's 10 in the morning, Ma'am."
"I want to speak to the owner." (We're a corporately owned franchise. So you can want all you like but I'm just gonna give you a phone number for corporate.)
Me: Thank you for calling [company] how may I help you?
SC: Is there a phone there that someone might have turned in?
Me: There's a Motorola in the drawer.
SC: Well that's not mine, mine is a Droid. It's on Verizon.
Me: Right.
SC: Is it ringing?
Me: Yes.
SC: Well then that's totally mine, I'll come pick it up, but it's not a Motorola.
Me: The phone we have in our drawer is a Motorola, it has the Motorola symbol on the back of it, it also has the carrier of Verizon, if this is your phone then when you come to the desk, as the associate to get you the Motorola because we have several phones that have been turned in and I do not not want the associate to be mixed up.
SC: But...my phone's not a Motorola.
Me: *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.* If your phone is the one ringing in here with the Firefly ringtone, then your phone is a Motorola.
SC: ...oh. Okay, yeah.
*click*
Me:
SC: I want a pack of Black and Milds and a pack of Swishers.
Me: Which Swishers, this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, or this one? (there are literally that many different packs of Swisher Sweet cigars, no lie.)
SC: Uh...that one, no...wait, the one to your left...no that's wrong...uh...uhhhhh...can I just get the pack of Strawberry Phillies?
Me: *goes for the one on that shelf*
SC: No wait, the three pack on the top shelf.
Me: *rings everything up*
SC: Oh...I wanted wine Black and Milds.
Me.
Please...shut up now before I attempt to save the human race from your stupidity.
Guy comes in.
SC: Hey what's up with pump four out there?
Me: To what are you referring?
SC: Like this lady was out there, she couldn't get the numbers off the screen.
Me: The numbers from the last transaction must stay on the screen until she puts in her card and starts pumping according to state law.
SC: Yeah but she did that.
Me: She was pumping and the numbers didn't leave?
SC: She didn't pump it 'cause they didn't leave.
Me: If she didn't pump anything, they stay on there.
SC: Well she went to pump seven because we couldn't fix it.
.......THERE WAS NOTHING TO FIX, STUPID.
GO AWAY.
So I was counting down the register yesterday and this must be a fucking record. SIX people ignored the signs on the counter and all the papers and shit all over the counter and interrupted me for various things. One guy wanted change from his pump and thought other people couldn't do it for him. Another guy wanted me to ring him out...as if it were even possible with my drawer open and my hands full of one dollar bills to count them. I'm not even on the lottery register and this EW ass nugget interrupts me (another record) NINE TIMES with his weird Russian accent and his rude entitlement wanting me to check his tickets for him. I ended up having to SHOUT my counting numbers over him so I wouldn't lose track.
Normal time to count down a register: 3-5 minutes.
Time it took with all these SCs: 10 minutes.
I ended up clocking out 5 minutes late because of these people.
Stupid things people say...
On the phone:
"Can I speak to Jim, the manager?" (Our manager's name is nothing close to "Jim.")
"How old do you have to be to buy cigarettes?"
"Do you sell alcohol?" (This isn't New York, buddy.)
"Can I get the winning numbers for the noon time Daily Number?" Answer: "It's 10 in the morning, Ma'am."
"I want to speak to the owner." (We're a corporately owned franchise. So you can want all you like but I'm just gonna give you a phone number for corporate.)
Me: Thank you for calling [company] how may I help you?
SC: Is there a phone there that someone might have turned in?
Me: There's a Motorola in the drawer.
SC: Well that's not mine, mine is a Droid. It's on Verizon.
Me: Right.
SC: Is it ringing?
Me: Yes.
SC: Well then that's totally mine, I'll come pick it up, but it's not a Motorola.
Me: The phone we have in our drawer is a Motorola, it has the Motorola symbol on the back of it, it also has the carrier of Verizon, if this is your phone then when you come to the desk, as the associate to get you the Motorola because we have several phones that have been turned in and I do not not want the associate to be mixed up.
SC: But...my phone's not a Motorola.
Me: *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.* If your phone is the one ringing in here with the Firefly ringtone, then your phone is a Motorola.
SC: ...oh. Okay, yeah.
*click*
Me:
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