(disclaimer; I dont know if this belongs in this folder or not; Im amalgomizing two days worth of craptastic sucky customers...)
(BG: cashier at crappy small grocery store)
God damn us all! We are having a snowstorm. Here in New England. Yes, I am in the heart of New England. It is February,m the heart of winter. And it's snowing. Let the chaos ensue!
For two days straight, my IGA has had a steady stream of ignorant media-fed fucks, rushing to spend their dollars on useless crap, because we are having a snow storm. For two days straight, I have rung out 200+ customers a day, buying crap they totally do not need. With a freakin smile on my face that, I hope, said "Im getting so drunk Friday night!" (and here I am...lol)
*RAAAAAAAAAGGGGEEE*
that's better. Y'all here at cs.com may not realize how much just knowing this site's here does help in the midst of a rough shift.
Anyway. Yes. Feb. Snow. OMfG. We need to race to the store and buy ice cream...cuz it's on sale 2 for $5.00...let's all buy it NOW...and, wow, you sold out of <blah blah fudge chunk nuggets> before I got here?? "It's all YOUR FAULT, minimum wage cashier lady!!"
Im not even joking...over the last two days, I have questioned my existance. I was convinced that I had died and gone to hell. And hell was an eternity of these inbred fucks I had to deal with constantly. And by constantly I mean lines a dozen people deep, constant flow of suckitude.
One lady bought a dozen cans of tuna, making sure everyone around her heard her proclaim, muiltiple times, "I dont even LIKE tuna! But if we lose power, I will have SOMETHING to eat!"
Each order was a min of $20, my highest today was $324..not even kidding....90% of what I sold (aside from the freakin ice cream) was frozen dinners...dude, if power DOES go out (not unheard of), HOW do you expect to heat up your hot pockets? After that, we are talking about deli meats, and the mac n cheese, dear goddess, save me from the boxes of mac n cheese!!
I cant even seperate one person from the next at this point, enough to make a "Sucky" post..LOL...
Oh but the beer...and the wine...here in MA we are apparently drinking out the storm...LMAO
Anyone else in the New England area dealing with the crazy shoppers?
My biggest bitch today was this....the governor of MA declared a state of emergency as of 4 pm, and for the first time I know of, a traffic ban was in effect...spelled out on tv as: any "non-essential" vehicle on the road was subject to being pulled over and possibly fined $500. I was scheduled to work until 4, at which time I would need to drive 2 towns away to pick up my toddler, who spent the day with my mum, as her daycare was closed. My mum called and asked my supervisor if I could be let out a bit early to avoid said driving-ban, and my super (the one I like to lovingly refer to "The Bitch") went OFF on my very own mother, about how business is run and the scheduling is done ahead of time, blar-dee-blar..." So my lovely mum wrote a long-ass email to corporate, not tying herself to me as an employee at all, about how rude the super was on the phone when dealing with issues pertaining to a state-of-emergency.
I made it, without a pull-over or ticket, and yes, I am well on my way to drunk now.
Fuck snow, fuck crazy people. I love Twisted Tea :P
(BG: cashier at crappy small grocery store)
God damn us all! We are having a snowstorm. Here in New England. Yes, I am in the heart of New England. It is February,m the heart of winter. And it's snowing. Let the chaos ensue!
For two days straight, my IGA has had a steady stream of ignorant media-fed fucks, rushing to spend their dollars on useless crap, because we are having a snow storm. For two days straight, I have rung out 200+ customers a day, buying crap they totally do not need. With a freakin smile on my face that, I hope, said "Im getting so drunk Friday night!" (and here I am...lol)
*RAAAAAAAAAGGGGEEE*
that's better. Y'all here at cs.com may not realize how much just knowing this site's here does help in the midst of a rough shift.
Anyway. Yes. Feb. Snow. OMfG. We need to race to the store and buy ice cream...cuz it's on sale 2 for $5.00...let's all buy it NOW...and, wow, you sold out of <blah blah fudge chunk nuggets> before I got here?? "It's all YOUR FAULT, minimum wage cashier lady!!"
Im not even joking...over the last two days, I have questioned my existance. I was convinced that I had died and gone to hell. And hell was an eternity of these inbred fucks I had to deal with constantly. And by constantly I mean lines a dozen people deep, constant flow of suckitude.
One lady bought a dozen cans of tuna, making sure everyone around her heard her proclaim, muiltiple times, "I dont even LIKE tuna! But if we lose power, I will have SOMETHING to eat!"
Each order was a min of $20, my highest today was $324..not even kidding....90% of what I sold (aside from the freakin ice cream) was frozen dinners...dude, if power DOES go out (not unheard of), HOW do you expect to heat up your hot pockets? After that, we are talking about deli meats, and the mac n cheese, dear goddess, save me from the boxes of mac n cheese!!
I cant even seperate one person from the next at this point, enough to make a "Sucky" post..LOL...
Oh but the beer...and the wine...here in MA we are apparently drinking out the storm...LMAO
Anyone else in the New England area dealing with the crazy shoppers?
My biggest bitch today was this....the governor of MA declared a state of emergency as of 4 pm, and for the first time I know of, a traffic ban was in effect...spelled out on tv as: any "non-essential" vehicle on the road was subject to being pulled over and possibly fined $500. I was scheduled to work until 4, at which time I would need to drive 2 towns away to pick up my toddler, who spent the day with my mum, as her daycare was closed. My mum called and asked my supervisor if I could be let out a bit early to avoid said driving-ban, and my super (the one I like to lovingly refer to "The Bitch") went OFF on my very own mother, about how business is run and the scheduling is done ahead of time, blar-dee-blar..." So my lovely mum wrote a long-ass email to corporate, not tying herself to me as an employee at all, about how rude the super was on the phone when dealing with issues pertaining to a state-of-emergency.
I made it, without a pull-over or ticket, and yes, I am well on my way to drunk now.
Fuck snow, fuck crazy people. I love Twisted Tea :P
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