I knew it was going to be a bad day when first thing in the morning we were told there was no split shift to help us with the Saturday picnicking crowd, we were running out of coffee because 3rd shift didn't give a damn about it (but that's because there was a massive riot in the parking lot because our security guard was mysteriously absent) and a woman informed me that she had spilled her coffee. Catastrophically.
I just loved her for ACTUALLY TELLING ME.
So I'm cleaning up the coffee bomb wreckage when someone else tells me that I need to go outside and clean something else up. Who is this person? Is this a manager? No. Is this a CW? No. Is this a customer? Why yes, yes it is. Well guess what? Suck my balls. I'll get to it when I get to it and chances are I won't even get to it because I'm actually on the register where we're not even SUPPOSED to be doing other chores, I'm just doing this because my idiot CW is too lazy and would do it wrong.
What's outside to clean up, you ask? Some dingus poured gas all over the ground. It was mostly evaporated by the time I got out there because you know what? Gas evaporates VERY VERY QUICKLY. They were like, "It's a puddle" Well if it's not shooting out into the air and forming a lake, I'm not too concerned, it evaporated before anybody could even drive over it.
ANYWAYS.
How Many Of You Do I Have To Slaughter?
Stage: 6:30 in the morning. There are five one dollar bills in my drawer and nothing else because nobody can figure out that there are such things as 10s 5s and 1s.
SC: *throws a 100 dollar bill down on the counter*
Me: ..............*snicker.....* .......






SC: *stares* Um...what's funny?
Me: *points at it* That.
SC: Why?
I opened my drawer and pulled out the five bills and put them out like poker cards or whatever. He's confused for a bit until I say:
"This is what I got. I can't even break a 20."
At that point everybody after him in line looked into their wallets to see if they could pay with ANYTHING BUT A 20. It was pretty amusing. Once I GOT a 20 I could turn it into 5s and 1s but that "takes too long" for some people. I swear I had to do it AT LEAST seven to ten times yesterday. That's RIDICULOUS. People are messed up, I'll tell you what. I would look at my CW and say after a person handed me a 20 that was gonna wipe me out, "Do you have money?" and he'd chuckle and say, "No."
That Guy
We have a guy I'll call "That Guy" or TG because he really does believe that retail workers are below him. He'll try to explain things to us like "that's just how it works, don't you know that?" and "This is a part of your job, you should know it since you'll be doing it the rest of your life." His MO is this: He chooses the pay inside option and pumps his gas. Then he comes in to the store and dicks around until the drive off alarm is going off. Then when we call out to him to see who was on that pump he takes his sweet time coming up to the counter. I refuse to allow the beeping to stop in the mean time because I want EVERYONE TO KNOW WHAT THAT SOUND IS AND WHO IS CAUSING IT. Then he ambles up the counter, complains about the noise and then decides he wants to pay for his stuff he just had rung up BEFORE paying for his gas so he can use the rewards. Makes sense, I understand. But it's not what he does, it's what he says, how he says it, and the fact that he can take enough time in a C-Store so that the drive off alarm goes off and stays going for a very long time. THAT is inconsiderate. One of these days I'm just going to go off on this guy because that sound haunts my dreams. There's no way to make it stop and still ring up other customers without either paying for it or marking it as a drive off.
The Dark Side
Had a former employee steal gas from several different stores. She's unlucky if she comes to mine again. She's going down if she comes to mine again. I'm not forgiving when it comes to this.
I just loved her for ACTUALLY TELLING ME.
So I'm cleaning up the coffee bomb wreckage when someone else tells me that I need to go outside and clean something else up. Who is this person? Is this a manager? No. Is this a CW? No. Is this a customer? Why yes, yes it is. Well guess what? Suck my balls. I'll get to it when I get to it and chances are I won't even get to it because I'm actually on the register where we're not even SUPPOSED to be doing other chores, I'm just doing this because my idiot CW is too lazy and would do it wrong.
What's outside to clean up, you ask? Some dingus poured gas all over the ground. It was mostly evaporated by the time I got out there because you know what? Gas evaporates VERY VERY QUICKLY. They were like, "It's a puddle" Well if it's not shooting out into the air and forming a lake, I'm not too concerned, it evaporated before anybody could even drive over it.
ANYWAYS.
How Many Of You Do I Have To Slaughter?
Stage: 6:30 in the morning. There are five one dollar bills in my drawer and nothing else because nobody can figure out that there are such things as 10s 5s and 1s.
SC: *throws a 100 dollar bill down on the counter*
Me: ..............*snicker.....* .......







SC: *stares* Um...what's funny?
Me: *points at it* That.
SC: Why?
I opened my drawer and pulled out the five bills and put them out like poker cards or whatever. He's confused for a bit until I say:
"This is what I got. I can't even break a 20."
At that point everybody after him in line looked into their wallets to see if they could pay with ANYTHING BUT A 20. It was pretty amusing. Once I GOT a 20 I could turn it into 5s and 1s but that "takes too long" for some people. I swear I had to do it AT LEAST seven to ten times yesterday. That's RIDICULOUS. People are messed up, I'll tell you what. I would look at my CW and say after a person handed me a 20 that was gonna wipe me out, "Do you have money?" and he'd chuckle and say, "No."
That Guy
We have a guy I'll call "That Guy" or TG because he really does believe that retail workers are below him. He'll try to explain things to us like "that's just how it works, don't you know that?" and "This is a part of your job, you should know it since you'll be doing it the rest of your life." His MO is this: He chooses the pay inside option and pumps his gas. Then he comes in to the store and dicks around until the drive off alarm is going off. Then when we call out to him to see who was on that pump he takes his sweet time coming up to the counter. I refuse to allow the beeping to stop in the mean time because I want EVERYONE TO KNOW WHAT THAT SOUND IS AND WHO IS CAUSING IT. Then he ambles up the counter, complains about the noise and then decides he wants to pay for his stuff he just had rung up BEFORE paying for his gas so he can use the rewards. Makes sense, I understand. But it's not what he does, it's what he says, how he says it, and the fact that he can take enough time in a C-Store so that the drive off alarm goes off and stays going for a very long time. THAT is inconsiderate. One of these days I'm just going to go off on this guy because that sound haunts my dreams. There's no way to make it stop and still ring up other customers without either paying for it or marking it as a drive off.
The Dark Side
Had a former employee steal gas from several different stores. She's unlucky if she comes to mine again. She's going down if she comes to mine again. I'm not forgiving when it comes to this.

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