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Good Thing:
Manager said I didn't have to do one of the major chores because of some remodeling that was going to be done tomorrow. Which was awesome because I was working with this girl who is dumber than a box of rocks and I can't leave her alone for a moment or she'll have a line ten people deep. She's sweet...but dumb.
Bad Things:
Men throw bitch-fits when you try to clean the bathroom.
Every lottery customer ever decided to come in on the same day and CW (the box of rocks) was working lottery.
Good Things:
Divine justice. Since Box of Rocks was doing lottery they didn't stay very long because she would either mess up their lottery really badly or repeat every number back to them three times. Hahahahahaha. So much awesome.
Bad Thing:
Mr. "I Want to See Your Manager" otherwise known as SC had a stop in today.
SC: I need to talk to your manager.
Me: The manager is in every business day between 6 and 2 but I can see if I can help you.
SC: Well I prepaid here like X weeks ago and I called back in and the girl who took my money, she had earrings, she said that if I came back then the manager would have my money.
Me: And this was like X weeks ago?
SC: Yeah.
Me: Well that would probably be in the safe and I don't have the keys. Would you like me to call her?
SC: *getting irritated* You mean I would have to come back between 6 and 2 to get my gas?
Me: I can call the manager.
SC: Okay...you do that.
So I call the Manager. She doesn't pick up. So I call the only girl who has earrings who works up front. She says she doesn't remember XX dollars at all and wouldn't promise something like that anyway since she would have access to the manager at that time (first shift).
Me: I can't get a hold of the manager but I have alerted her to the situation.
SC: Well you can just credit XX dollars onto my card.
Me: ...uhm. What?
SC: Yeah, my card right here.
Me: I can't do that sir. I also called the girl you thought you talked to and she says that X weeks ago she can't remember that.
SC: SELECTIVE MEMORY. It was only Y weeks ago! She said that the manager would have my money. She had these hoops. She said that she would tell the manager and she would be able to help me.
Here's where I stop and must pause this scene. 1. Our current manager hasn't been there for X weeks...not even Y. She's the FIRST FEMALE MANAGER WE'VE EVER HAD. So not only did X weeks change to Y weeks but he also somehow knew that the manager was FEMALE despite her not actually BEING THE MANAGER X or even Y weeks ago. And he also stated that the "earrings" were "hoops." She doesn't have hoops. She has GAUGES.
And there's where all motivation ended.
Me: Well I'm sorry sir but the best I can do for you is give you the store number and the manager's name.
BOOM. DONE. And I texted the manager and warned her about him.
Manager said I didn't have to do one of the major chores because of some remodeling that was going to be done tomorrow. Which was awesome because I was working with this girl who is dumber than a box of rocks and I can't leave her alone for a moment or she'll have a line ten people deep. She's sweet...but dumb.
Bad Things:
Men throw bitch-fits when you try to clean the bathroom.
Every lottery customer ever decided to come in on the same day and CW (the box of rocks) was working lottery.
Good Things:
Divine justice. Since Box of Rocks was doing lottery they didn't stay very long because she would either mess up their lottery really badly or repeat every number back to them three times. Hahahahahaha. So much awesome.
Bad Thing:
Mr. "I Want to See Your Manager" otherwise known as SC had a stop in today.
SC: I need to talk to your manager.
Me: The manager is in every business day between 6 and 2 but I can see if I can help you.
SC: Well I prepaid here like X weeks ago and I called back in and the girl who took my money, she had earrings, she said that if I came back then the manager would have my money.
Me: And this was like X weeks ago?
SC: Yeah.
Me: Well that would probably be in the safe and I don't have the keys. Would you like me to call her?
SC: *getting irritated* You mean I would have to come back between 6 and 2 to get my gas?
Me: I can call the manager.
SC: Okay...you do that.
So I call the Manager. She doesn't pick up. So I call the only girl who has earrings who works up front. She says she doesn't remember XX dollars at all and wouldn't promise something like that anyway since she would have access to the manager at that time (first shift).
Me: I can't get a hold of the manager but I have alerted her to the situation.
SC: Well you can just credit XX dollars onto my card.
Me: ...uhm. What?
SC: Yeah, my card right here.
Me: I can't do that sir. I also called the girl you thought you talked to and she says that X weeks ago she can't remember that.
SC: SELECTIVE MEMORY. It was only Y weeks ago! She said that the manager would have my money. She had these hoops. She said that she would tell the manager and she would be able to help me.
Here's where I stop and must pause this scene. 1. Our current manager hasn't been there for X weeks...not even Y. She's the FIRST FEMALE MANAGER WE'VE EVER HAD. So not only did X weeks change to Y weeks but he also somehow knew that the manager was FEMALE despite her not actually BEING THE MANAGER X or even Y weeks ago. And he also stated that the "earrings" were "hoops." She doesn't have hoops. She has GAUGES.
And there's where all motivation ended.
Me: Well I'm sorry sir but the best I can do for you is give you the store number and the manager's name.
BOOM. DONE. And I texted the manager and warned her about him.
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