All, I'd like to begin, appropriately enough, with the very first customer I ever had. On my first day at CVS the supervisor began training me on the registers. It was Saturday afternoon at the mall, which is typically the slowest time of the week. We open a half-hour before the rest of the stores to serve some of the other tenants, and as such besides the occasional mall-walker, we usually get nobody for the first hour or so.
It was, therefore, the perfect time to train me... or so she thought. In comes my first customer. I was anxiously awaiting as he approached the counter, thinking, "How hard can this be? Scan his products, put them in the bag, take his money, give him his change, wish him a nice day. Piece of cake, right?"
He comes up to me, takes a handful of change and drops it 6 inches from the counter, and after the sound of the coins hitting the counter ends, he bows to me and says, "Thank you!"
Needless to say, I lacked any comprehension of what was going on. As I stared at him blankly, with nothing more than a "Uuuh... what?" coming out of my mouth the supervisor who was stocking the items behind the counter turned around and said, "Oh, that's Justin. Don't mind him, he comes in here all the time. When he shows up, you just get him a box of Marlboro 100s."
She hands me the box, I scan it, then proceed to count the mess of change he left on the counter. As soon as I put the box on the counter, he takes it and leaves, and I automatically shout, "Hey!" The supervisor reassured me, saying, "Oh, don't worry, he always brings enough money."
It was at that point I realized... Hmm, if my first customer was going to be like that, what are the rest of the customers like? Within a month, I would have had a taste of every sucky customer archetype at least once.
It was, therefore, the perfect time to train me... or so she thought. In comes my first customer. I was anxiously awaiting as he approached the counter, thinking, "How hard can this be? Scan his products, put them in the bag, take his money, give him his change, wish him a nice day. Piece of cake, right?"
He comes up to me, takes a handful of change and drops it 6 inches from the counter, and after the sound of the coins hitting the counter ends, he bows to me and says, "Thank you!"
Needless to say, I lacked any comprehension of what was going on. As I stared at him blankly, with nothing more than a "Uuuh... what?" coming out of my mouth the supervisor who was stocking the items behind the counter turned around and said, "Oh, that's Justin. Don't mind him, he comes in here all the time. When he shows up, you just get him a box of Marlboro 100s."
She hands me the box, I scan it, then proceed to count the mess of change he left on the counter. As soon as I put the box on the counter, he takes it and leaves, and I automatically shout, "Hey!" The supervisor reassured me, saying, "Oh, don't worry, he always brings enough money."
It was at that point I realized... Hmm, if my first customer was going to be like that, what are the rest of the customers like? Within a month, I would have had a taste of every sucky customer archetype at least once.
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