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Not sure if this counts as a sighting, but whatev.
For those of you who don't remember my last post forever ago, I work for Wally World in Electronics. And it is killing me.
I'm beginning to think the nametag is marking me with a scent so idiots recognize me even when I'm not working. I frequent my store for goods sometimes when I'm not working because I too like to buy stuff. Usually I'm out of uniform or I have my shirt covered with an obviously not uniform jacket. But they (customers) still walk up to me, don't even ask if I work here, and start asking questions or waiting for me to ring them up. One particular scholarship winner I encountered night before last.
Me: so not wearing uniform
P: coworker. In uniform but off the clock
C: customer.
I'm in the store on my day off looking for a cheap movie (American Psycho. Awesome) and my personal addiction ( Full Throttle. There's a race between it and my job to see which will kill me first). I was checking out Thor on the 3d tv display and explaining how it works to P, when a customer walks up to ME (I'm wearing a rolling stones t-shirt, ragged flip-flops, and stained cargo pants) holding out a T-Mobile prepaid phone card, not saying a word. Even when I'm on the clock, I have a few problems with this occurrence.
1: If you need something, SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. I get so many assholes and douchebags who speak perfect English walking up to me and saying nothing, just holding out an item expecting me to know what is needed. Fuck you all. I am not a dog trained on visual cues. Even if I'm near the register, which I was, tell me what you need. Is it broken? Do you need to pay? Did you see someone shove it up their ass to see if it fit? This information is important
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2: The register I'm standing next to has the cash drawer empty and on the counter. For those of you who never made it past 3rd grade, that means it's closed.
3: Why the Shit-taco can't you recognise me as an employee while I'm on the clock and in uniform? Why why why why? I could be in uniform, with a name tag and clip board, keys in my hand and open iPod case in front of me, and I'm obviously doing SOMETHING that customers simply don't do, and people will ask me if I work here. Not if I work in my department, even though I get that just as much and I wrote it ON MY TAMETAG. (Seriously, assholes. READ. ) but if I work here in Wally World. Nope. I just like to stick my arm in these cases to see if it fits. Here's your sign. But once I'm off the clock? "Hey can you help me find something?" Fuck you! You had your chance. It's over now.
So the conversation goes:
Me: The registers are closed, and (motioning to my grungy clothes. Yeah i'm a slob when I can be) I'm not working.
C: So I gotta ring up up front?
Me: Yeah.
C: Can it still be added to my phone?
4: READ. THE. FUCKING. INSTRUCTIONS.
Me: You'll have to call it in.
C: *exasperated, as if near midnight there's never been a register closed* Ok then...
Do I really look as miserable off the clock as I do on that I must be working?
For those of you who don't remember my last post forever ago, I work for Wally World in Electronics. And it is killing me.
I'm beginning to think the nametag is marking me with a scent so idiots recognize me even when I'm not working. I frequent my store for goods sometimes when I'm not working because I too like to buy stuff. Usually I'm out of uniform or I have my shirt covered with an obviously not uniform jacket. But they (customers) still walk up to me, don't even ask if I work here, and start asking questions or waiting for me to ring them up. One particular scholarship winner I encountered night before last.
Me: so not wearing uniform
P: coworker. In uniform but off the clock
C: customer.
I'm in the store on my day off looking for a cheap movie (American Psycho. Awesome) and my personal addiction ( Full Throttle. There's a race between it and my job to see which will kill me first). I was checking out Thor on the 3d tv display and explaining how it works to P, when a customer walks up to ME (I'm wearing a rolling stones t-shirt, ragged flip-flops, and stained cargo pants) holding out a T-Mobile prepaid phone card, not saying a word. Even when I'm on the clock, I have a few problems with this occurrence.
1: If you need something, SAY SOMETHING ABOUT IT. I get so many assholes and douchebags who speak perfect English walking up to me and saying nothing, just holding out an item expecting me to know what is needed. Fuck you all. I am not a dog trained on visual cues. Even if I'm near the register, which I was, tell me what you need. Is it broken? Do you need to pay? Did you see someone shove it up their ass to see if it fit? This information is important
e
2: The register I'm standing next to has the cash drawer empty and on the counter. For those of you who never made it past 3rd grade, that means it's closed.
3: Why the Shit-taco can't you recognise me as an employee while I'm on the clock and in uniform? Why why why why? I could be in uniform, with a name tag and clip board, keys in my hand and open iPod case in front of me, and I'm obviously doing SOMETHING that customers simply don't do, and people will ask me if I work here. Not if I work in my department, even though I get that just as much and I wrote it ON MY TAMETAG. (Seriously, assholes. READ. ) but if I work here in Wally World. Nope. I just like to stick my arm in these cases to see if it fits. Here's your sign. But once I'm off the clock? "Hey can you help me find something?" Fuck you! You had your chance. It's over now.
So the conversation goes:
Me: The registers are closed, and (motioning to my grungy clothes. Yeah i'm a slob when I can be) I'm not working.
C: So I gotta ring up up front?
Me: Yeah.
C: Can it still be added to my phone?
4: READ. THE. FUCKING. INSTRUCTIONS.
Me: You'll have to call it in.
C: *exasperated, as if near midnight there's never been a register closed* Ok then...
Do I really look as miserable off the clock as I do on that I must be working?
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