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Something about crappy weather brings out the suck in people. Something else about crappy weather brings them out to my store
Whyyyyy am I waaaaiting....
A new carryout procedure has been rolled out, possibly chain-wide.
Now, whenever we carry out an item for a customer, the cashier has to print up a duplicate receipt at their register. I have to stop by register, pick up the duplicate receipt, have the front end monitor/service desk person/ whoever's in charge up front verify the UPC(s) on the receipt against the UPC of the item or items I brought up, and initial the duplicate receipt. The duplicate receipt then goes to the service desk, and at the end of the night all the duplicate receipts go to LP.
This is because some stores (AFAIK not mine) are having issues with people bringing up the wrong items, or loading up items that haven't been paid for--due to the cashier forgetting to ring something up or thievery of some kind. The scary thing is, this means there are carryout people in my company who are even dumber than Numbnuts is. Hold me.
So today, I had to carry out 4 barstools for some guy who only brought up one tag instead of 4, so that's a strike against him right off the bat. I brought them up on a cart and then went to get the duplicate receipt.
Customer: Ahem. Excuse me, I have those.
Me: I know. I just need to get this signed up here. If you pull your vehicle up to the front doors here I'll be right out.
It turned out I had to wait a few minutes for the front end monitor because she was busy ringing out a customer. Then after I got the receipts squared away, I brought the barstools out to the customer.
Customer: That took you long enough! What did you have to waste my time for?
Okay, Mister Sphincter Brain, I was just following store policy. I wouldn't have kept you waiting just for the hell of it unless I knew beforehand what a fuckhorn you are.
BTW, I couldn't help but notice the divers flag on your bumper sticker. Next time you decide to go on one of your deep-sea explorations, please forget your air tank.
Wherein Irv fulfills an unusual request
Call box in home decor went off. The customer who pushed it needed help in furniture. She told me she bought two futon mattresses from a different store, got them home, and discovered they had a foul, overpowering odor to them. She returned them to the store and asked for two different ones that didn't smell. After sniffing all those particular mattresses they had in stock, she still wasn't satisfied, so she came up here hoping we wouldn't have any smelly mattresses.
It turned out we only had one of the mattress she wanted, so I hauled it out to her on the salesfloor and tore a hole in the plastic. And we discovered that this mattress had a stale, sour, chemically, sorta unwashed-foot odor to it. So she didn't want it.
Still, it isn't every day that we have to put our merchandise through the smell test, so to speak.
Annnnnd yer outta here!
These two black kids came in the store today. They looked like they couldn't be any older than 12 or 13. When they last visited us, one of the pair decided it would be rip-roaring fun to try and break into the cash register in electronics and help him to the cash money inside. Fortunately, he didn't get very far before the electronics person came along and he took off running, but not before we got him on camera.
Anyhow, they decided to spend their time in our fair establishment harassing shoppers, running around like wild cheetahs, and one of the floor people thought she saw one of them pocket something.
Then the ringleader decided to start in on another one of our floor people after she told the two to stop throwing a football around in the aisle.
His response: "You don't tell me what to do! I'm going to kick your ass!"
Let's see, a scrawny little pre-teen versus a pretty tall, brawny adult who used to play basketball in high school and was pretty good too until she ripped up her knee. Gee, I wonder who'll win that one.
She told management and they excommunicated the pair from the store. The response: "You can't do this to us! The President is a black man now!"
Two points here:
Just be happy we didn't call the cops, since we know what you tried to do in electronics during your last visit.
Wherein Irv tees off on a co-worker
I was pushing in shopping carts since it had started raining/sleeting again, and I didn't want the ones outside to get too wet. As I was pushing a line of carts into the corral, two Pharmacy people came down from their breaks. One of them decided to cut in between the carts in the corral and the carts I was pushing into the corral. I stopped them as best I could, but I nudged her with one of the carts.
Co-worker: (bitchily) Don't be knocking me over here, Irv!
Me: Then stay out of my damn way.
Co-worker:
What did you say?
Me: You heard me. You saw I was trying to push those carts in there. What's so important to you that you had to cut in between them? What if I hadn't been able to stop as fast as I did.
Co-worker:
In case you can't tell, people lolligagging in the cart corrals while I'm pushing carts in is one of my hot buttons. What if had been somebody's little son or daughter instead?
Stupid Pharmacy people...thinking they're so much better than us because they don't have to do hard, sweaty work. I'd like to see them push shopping carts in from the parking lot...
I dunno if she'll tell my manager about this, or if I'll get in any trouble over it. However, I did return a purse to a lady who forgot hers in a shopping cart after I did a carryout for her. She was getting ready to pull out of her parking space when I banged on her window. So I'm hoping karma will take care of things for me.
Whyyyyy am I waaaaiting....
A new carryout procedure has been rolled out, possibly chain-wide.
Now, whenever we carry out an item for a customer, the cashier has to print up a duplicate receipt at their register. I have to stop by register, pick up the duplicate receipt, have the front end monitor/service desk person/ whoever's in charge up front verify the UPC(s) on the receipt against the UPC of the item or items I brought up, and initial the duplicate receipt. The duplicate receipt then goes to the service desk, and at the end of the night all the duplicate receipts go to LP.
This is because some stores (AFAIK not mine) are having issues with people bringing up the wrong items, or loading up items that haven't been paid for--due to the cashier forgetting to ring something up or thievery of some kind. The scary thing is, this means there are carryout people in my company who are even dumber than Numbnuts is. Hold me.
So today, I had to carry out 4 barstools for some guy who only brought up one tag instead of 4, so that's a strike against him right off the bat. I brought them up on a cart and then went to get the duplicate receipt.
Customer: Ahem. Excuse me, I have those.
Me: I know. I just need to get this signed up here. If you pull your vehicle up to the front doors here I'll be right out.
It turned out I had to wait a few minutes for the front end monitor because she was busy ringing out a customer. Then after I got the receipts squared away, I brought the barstools out to the customer.
Customer: That took you long enough! What did you have to waste my time for?
Okay, Mister Sphincter Brain, I was just following store policy. I wouldn't have kept you waiting just for the hell of it unless I knew beforehand what a fuckhorn you are.
BTW, I couldn't help but notice the divers flag on your bumper sticker. Next time you decide to go on one of your deep-sea explorations, please forget your air tank.
Wherein Irv fulfills an unusual request
Call box in home decor went off. The customer who pushed it needed help in furniture. She told me she bought two futon mattresses from a different store, got them home, and discovered they had a foul, overpowering odor to them. She returned them to the store and asked for two different ones that didn't smell. After sniffing all those particular mattresses they had in stock, she still wasn't satisfied, so she came up here hoping we wouldn't have any smelly mattresses.
It turned out we only had one of the mattress she wanted, so I hauled it out to her on the salesfloor and tore a hole in the plastic. And we discovered that this mattress had a stale, sour, chemically, sorta unwashed-foot odor to it. So she didn't want it.
Still, it isn't every day that we have to put our merchandise through the smell test, so to speak.
Annnnnd yer outta here!
These two black kids came in the store today. They looked like they couldn't be any older than 12 or 13. When they last visited us, one of the pair decided it would be rip-roaring fun to try and break into the cash register in electronics and help him to the cash money inside. Fortunately, he didn't get very far before the electronics person came along and he took off running, but not before we got him on camera.
Anyhow, they decided to spend their time in our fair establishment harassing shoppers, running around like wild cheetahs, and one of the floor people thought she saw one of them pocket something.
Then the ringleader decided to start in on another one of our floor people after she told the two to stop throwing a football around in the aisle.
His response: "You don't tell me what to do! I'm going to kick your ass!"
Let's see, a scrawny little pre-teen versus a pretty tall, brawny adult who used to play basketball in high school and was pretty good too until she ripped up her knee. Gee, I wonder who'll win that one.She told management and they excommunicated the pair from the store. The response: "You can't do this to us! The President is a black man now!"
Two points here:
- George W. Bush is still the President of these United States until late January, and last time I checked he was whiter than Polar Bear Happy Man Juice.
- Therefore, I assume you are referring to the currect President-elect, Barack Obama. I haven't spoken to Mr. Obama personally to get his views on the subject, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't agree that robbery and harrassment and general dipshittery are good uses of your leisure time.
Just be happy we didn't call the cops, since we know what you tried to do in electronics during your last visit.
Wherein Irv tees off on a co-worker
I was pushing in shopping carts since it had started raining/sleeting again, and I didn't want the ones outside to get too wet. As I was pushing a line of carts into the corral, two Pharmacy people came down from their breaks. One of them decided to cut in between the carts in the corral and the carts I was pushing into the corral. I stopped them as best I could, but I nudged her with one of the carts.
Co-worker: (bitchily) Don't be knocking me over here, Irv!
Me: Then stay out of my damn way.
Co-worker:
What did you say?Me: You heard me. You saw I was trying to push those carts in there. What's so important to you that you had to cut in between them? What if I hadn't been able to stop as fast as I did.
Co-worker:
In case you can't tell, people lolligagging in the cart corrals while I'm pushing carts in is one of my hot buttons. What if had been somebody's little son or daughter instead?
Stupid Pharmacy people...thinking they're so much better than us because they don't have to do hard, sweaty work. I'd like to see them push shopping carts in from the parking lot...
I dunno if she'll tell my manager about this, or if I'll get in any trouble over it. However, I did return a purse to a lady who forgot hers in a shopping cart after I did a carryout for her. She was getting ready to pull out of her parking space when I banged on her window. So I'm hoping karma will take care of things for me.
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