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C owes me, at minimum, a Twinkledollars coffee for this stunt. I knew my shift was going too smoothly...
Just before I'm about to punch out at closing (11:02 PM), some guy comes in wanting ciggies. C gets them from the back, hands them to me and tells me to ring him up. I get a funny feeling about this...why can't she do it?
During all this I still hold the selfscan key, and there's a woman buying 4000 cans of catfood flinging them down the belt in a way that the scanner on the belt only reads about half of them.
So, ring up cigs. Now that I've done so, I cannot leave that register no matter what else is going on. NCL says he'll take care of catfood lady (who is at the selfscan right next to the register I'm on, so he can keep an eye on both of us). C leaves...uh oh.
Guy hands me a check that is so wrinkled, the reader jams (ripping the check in half). So it won't take it. I'm not really succeeding in communicating with him as he's on his cellphone. Sometimes the register wants the manager key for manual entry and the MICR still needs to print it, so that's out (no keyholder and the check's been mangled).
Finally, he gets off his damn phone and, after emptying his pockets onto the counter and telling me he has no cash on him at all, hands me a money order made out to a property he apparently owns (his name is nowhere on it) after a long-winded explanation about someone gave it to him for rent and he held onto it in case he had to take the guy to court (why the FARK didn't you cash it--or one of your checks made out for cash--if you knew you wanted to buy stuff, dumbass). I don't know if we can take those and again, a MOD has to be present if we do. I'm not even going to try.
Cig guy: "Can I pay you tomorrow? I'm in here all the time."
NCL: "NO, she'll get in trouble. You have nothing on you at ALL?"
The desk is getting calls every few seconds now, probably from Corp and/or the alarm company wanting to know why the alarm hasn't been set yet. NCL (night crew lead) is standing over the guy, telling him "this poor girl has a bus to catch [not really, but we both wanted this guy out of the building], that's the company wanting to know why the alarm hasn't been set, and we'll all be fired because you're costing the company big bucks right now, they like to find any reason to fire someone."
FINALLY, guy reveals that he has a $20 winning scratch ticket
NCL: "Look, I'll buy that off you for $20 so you can pay her. Why didn't you tell us that ten minutes ago?!"
Cig guy: "I didn't want to look like a fool."
So I quickly cash him out, sign off, grab the red card from NCL and bolt upstairs to punch out...at 11:15. I've punched out late before--just not this late--so I doubt anything will happen; if SM does ask about it I'll just tell him a last-minute customer took forever (which happens far too often).
Personally, I think cigarette sales should stop when the desk closes, but that makes too much sense.
Just before I'm about to punch out at closing (11:02 PM), some guy comes in wanting ciggies. C gets them from the back, hands them to me and tells me to ring him up. I get a funny feeling about this...why can't she do it?
During all this I still hold the selfscan key, and there's a woman buying 4000 cans of catfood flinging them down the belt in a way that the scanner on the belt only reads about half of them.
So, ring up cigs. Now that I've done so, I cannot leave that register no matter what else is going on. NCL says he'll take care of catfood lady (who is at the selfscan right next to the register I'm on, so he can keep an eye on both of us). C leaves...uh oh.
Guy hands me a check that is so wrinkled, the reader jams (ripping the check in half). So it won't take it. I'm not really succeeding in communicating with him as he's on his cellphone. Sometimes the register wants the manager key for manual entry and the MICR still needs to print it, so that's out (no keyholder and the check's been mangled).
Finally, he gets off his damn phone and, after emptying his pockets onto the counter and telling me he has no cash on him at all, hands me a money order made out to a property he apparently owns (his name is nowhere on it) after a long-winded explanation about someone gave it to him for rent and he held onto it in case he had to take the guy to court (why the FARK didn't you cash it--or one of your checks made out for cash--if you knew you wanted to buy stuff, dumbass). I don't know if we can take those and again, a MOD has to be present if we do. I'm not even going to try.
Cig guy: "Can I pay you tomorrow? I'm in here all the time."
NCL: "NO, she'll get in trouble. You have nothing on you at ALL?"
The desk is getting calls every few seconds now, probably from Corp and/or the alarm company wanting to know why the alarm hasn't been set yet. NCL (night crew lead) is standing over the guy, telling him "this poor girl has a bus to catch [not really, but we both wanted this guy out of the building], that's the company wanting to know why the alarm hasn't been set, and we'll all be fired because you're costing the company big bucks right now, they like to find any reason to fire someone."
FINALLY, guy reveals that he has a $20 winning scratch ticket
NCL: "Look, I'll buy that off you for $20 so you can pay her. Why didn't you tell us that ten minutes ago?!"
Cig guy: "I didn't want to look like a fool."
So I quickly cash him out, sign off, grab the red card from NCL and bolt upstairs to punch out...at 11:15. I've punched out late before--just not this late--so I doubt anything will happen; if SM does ask about it I'll just tell him a last-minute customer took forever (which happens far too often).
Personally, I think cigarette sales should stop when the desk closes, but that makes too much sense.
I've never seen him before.
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