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At one of our stores, I work sundays. Because it is only a little shop and we are only open 6am to 1ppm on sundays, I normally do them on my own.
Now, as we are planning major upgrades like a new EPOS system, new counter unit and total move round, it was decided that sunday morning would be a good time to get on top of this. One of the saturday kids wanted extra hours so she agreed to serve on from 8am while I started the fiddly job of running the relevant networking and cctv cabling through the suspended ceiling.
Now picutre the scene. You walk into a shop and there is a Boggles, dressed in overalls rather than his usual smart shirt, stood atop a ladder with his upper body above the suspended ceiling and reciting all manner of interesting curses. There is one of the regular staff stood behind the counter, next to the till smiling sweetly and clutching a barcode gun in their hand.
You pick up your newspaper and also want some cigs. These are located behind the counter where our till assistant is still grinning inanely. What o you do when you are ready to pay?
That's right. You go up to Boggles and stand tapping his leg and saying "Chris, Chris" in an increasingly anxious voice until he comes down from his ladder and then try to give him the money for the newspaper and ask for some cigs.
I lost count of how many people seemed to think that the extra few yards to the counter was too far to try and walk.
Next week I am fitting the new ceiling lights so anyone trying it again may end up with a 6' florescent tube inserted somewhere.
Now, as we are planning major upgrades like a new EPOS system, new counter unit and total move round, it was decided that sunday morning would be a good time to get on top of this. One of the saturday kids wanted extra hours so she agreed to serve on from 8am while I started the fiddly job of running the relevant networking and cctv cabling through the suspended ceiling.
Now picutre the scene. You walk into a shop and there is a Boggles, dressed in overalls rather than his usual smart shirt, stood atop a ladder with his upper body above the suspended ceiling and reciting all manner of interesting curses. There is one of the regular staff stood behind the counter, next to the till smiling sweetly and clutching a barcode gun in their hand.
You pick up your newspaper and also want some cigs. These are located behind the counter where our till assistant is still grinning inanely. What o you do when you are ready to pay?
That's right. You go up to Boggles and stand tapping his leg and saying "Chris, Chris" in an increasingly anxious voice until he comes down from his ladder and then try to give him the money for the newspaper and ask for some cigs.
I lost count of how many people seemed to think that the extra few yards to the counter was too far to try and walk.
Next week I am fitting the new ceiling lights so anyone trying it again may end up with a 6' florescent tube inserted somewhere.
Well said.
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