These are just some minor complaints, nothing that big.
A man comes up and plops down a hundred dollar bill. I stare at him until he goes:
SC: I want fives.
Me, thinking he wants a hundred dollars worth of fives, begins to count out the fives to him and afterwards he gets this funny look on his face and looks through the fives.
SC: You gave me too many fives.
And storms off.
At first I was thinking OMG I over paid him. Then it occured to me that he didn't specify how MANY fives he wanted. Thus making it HIS fault, not mine. I need to know exact amounts otherwise you get what I want you to have.
Later I had a woman who cashed a check for five hundred dollars. No biggie. Well, she wanted two hundreds, one in fifties, one in twenties and the last in fives.
So, I count all this out to her and she kind of wrinkles her nose and me and demands that I re-count the fives back to her after she picked up her money. She set down the fives and I kind of sighed and counted them back. I was right.
I think as soon as I give them their money it should be their own responsibility to count it to themselves. She was just too lazy to re-count the damn money.
Around 2am this woman comes up to me (note I am a cashier at the cage) and throws her Club card at me in disgust.
SC: It won't work. Why won't it work? Make me a new one.
Me: Um... I have no idea why it wouldn't work. The club card place is closed right now.
SC: Well what are YOU going to do about it?
Me: Well, I can call the pit and have them make you a new one.
SC: Will that take long?
Me: I don't know. It depends how busy she is.
After midnight when the place closes the pit book keeper is the only person who can make cards for the night.
SC: Fine.
I call the Pit and Lydia said she'd be there soon. (Note: Lydia isn't her real name)
It was a bit awkward waiting because the lady was just so pissed off like I broke her card. I began to count money just to advert my attention. Lydia came, grabbed her ID and began making the card.
Afterwards Lydia told her she probably de-magnitized it. The SC was sweet as pie to Lydia but a snot to me. Go figure.
I hate it when they just assume that I can do anything from any department. Grr.
A man comes up and plops down a hundred dollar bill. I stare at him until he goes:
SC: I want fives.
Me, thinking he wants a hundred dollars worth of fives, begins to count out the fives to him and afterwards he gets this funny look on his face and looks through the fives.
SC: You gave me too many fives.
And storms off.

At first I was thinking OMG I over paid him. Then it occured to me that he didn't specify how MANY fives he wanted. Thus making it HIS fault, not mine. I need to know exact amounts otherwise you get what I want you to have.

Later I had a woman who cashed a check for five hundred dollars. No biggie. Well, she wanted two hundreds, one in fifties, one in twenties and the last in fives.
So, I count all this out to her and she kind of wrinkles her nose and me and demands that I re-count the fives back to her after she picked up her money. She set down the fives and I kind of sighed and counted them back. I was right.
I think as soon as I give them their money it should be their own responsibility to count it to themselves. She was just too lazy to re-count the damn money.
Around 2am this woman comes up to me (note I am a cashier at the cage) and throws her Club card at me in disgust.
SC: It won't work. Why won't it work? Make me a new one.
Me: Um... I have no idea why it wouldn't work. The club card place is closed right now.
SC: Well what are YOU going to do about it?
Me: Well, I can call the pit and have them make you a new one.
SC: Will that take long?
Me: I don't know. It depends how busy she is.
After midnight when the place closes the pit book keeper is the only person who can make cards for the night.
SC: Fine.
I call the Pit and Lydia said she'd be there soon. (Note: Lydia isn't her real name)
It was a bit awkward waiting because the lady was just so pissed off like I broke her card. I began to count money just to advert my attention. Lydia came, grabbed her ID and began making the card.
Afterwards Lydia told her she probably de-magnitized it. The SC was sweet as pie to Lydia but a snot to me. Go figure.
I hate it when they just assume that I can do anything from any department. Grr.
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