So I quit the gas station (which is a great story since all of us quit at the same time INCLUDING the manager, ha ha ha, whew, what an adventure...) and got a job at this ADORABLE Five and Dime store here in town. Best of which: THERE'S NO CORPORATE. Just bosses! Yay! And bonus: They all like me and they're all quite fun and sweet. There's an 85 year old woman who's been working for the store for over forty years. It's very fun. Anyways, I digress.
Customers are the same everywhere.
SC: What kind of candy is sweet?
Me: Uh...ummm...I mean...all of it? We don't have anything over here that isn't at least semi-sweet.
SC: Oh...okay.
She wanders away, and then the sucky happens when she comes back. She's got a bunch of things from the downstairs part and they have some nooks (they're knick knacks so these things happened to have small pouches). I turn one over and out pops this tiny glass animal that happens to be priced almost at 5 dollars 'cause they're locally made glass art pieces. Not only this but they have a large sign downstairs that says that you can't take them to any other section to cash them out, they must be cashed out DOWNSTAIRS. So I start turning over her other knick knacks and lo and behold these little glass animals start popping out of them...
So not only did this woman try to smuggle these little glass animals out of the store in her other products, now she starts saying that she doesn't want some of them (because they were found, of course and she doesn't want to pay.) So I hand them back to her and, since she reeks of pot I don't want to argue with her, this ensues:
Me: I don't remember how much these are. Could you take them downstairs and ask the employees there how much they are?
This is in an effort to have her either put them back or have the girls downstairs realize she has them and ring her out for them. It doesn't work. Why? Because she comes back upstairs with all of them still in her hand (no more, no less) and hands me the sign with the price on it and marked clearly above it the sentence: "Glass animals must be paid for in this Dept."
I had no words. I rang her up and sent her on her merry way and went downstairs and handed the sign back to them. When they asked why it was upstairs I was so speechless that I just shrugged at them and shook my head.
Kids
So...I don't want kids. Never have wanted kids, most likely will never want kids. I'm not motherly, I don't feel like trying to support a child financially, and if there is anything that could cement me into the position of not wanting to have children, it's working in the toy dept of a five and ten. The sheer quantity and volume of...
"MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY"
...is enough to drive anyone absolutely to the brink of insanity. And then add in the screaming and crying when the child is told "no" that they can't have a Frozen (TM) ornament because 1. it's breakable and 2. it's BREAKABLE. It's absurd the amount of children who need to be taken aside and told that it is unacceptable to speak over people, yell at their parents, demand toys, candy, or money, and any other number of manners.
Parent: Okay now you owe me 18 cents.
Child: No I don't!
Me: Be grateful it's 18 cents and make sure to pay your mom back. I owe my parents a thousand dollars. Just you wait.
New Pet Peeve
When I'm down the aisle from the candy department and I see someone (always middle aged to elderly) lift the lid off a jar of chocolate, reach their BARE HAND inside and eat one of the chocolates. WE DO NOT DO SAMPLES. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE HAS TO BE WEIGHED AND PAID FOR. I try to run up to the front when I see it happening and ask if they want something weighed out and I have literally had old people look me in the face with a chocolate covered peanut tucked in their cheek say "oh no, just looking." Yeah. Right. Just looking. Uh huh.
Get. Your. Gross. Ass. Hands. Out. Of. My. Candy.
Customers are the same everywhere.
SC: What kind of candy is sweet?
Me: Uh...ummm...I mean...all of it? We don't have anything over here that isn't at least semi-sweet.
SC: Oh...okay.
She wanders away, and then the sucky happens when she comes back. She's got a bunch of things from the downstairs part and they have some nooks (they're knick knacks so these things happened to have small pouches). I turn one over and out pops this tiny glass animal that happens to be priced almost at 5 dollars 'cause they're locally made glass art pieces. Not only this but they have a large sign downstairs that says that you can't take them to any other section to cash them out, they must be cashed out DOWNSTAIRS. So I start turning over her other knick knacks and lo and behold these little glass animals start popping out of them...
So not only did this woman try to smuggle these little glass animals out of the store in her other products, now she starts saying that she doesn't want some of them (because they were found, of course and she doesn't want to pay.) So I hand them back to her and, since she reeks of pot I don't want to argue with her, this ensues:
Me: I don't remember how much these are. Could you take them downstairs and ask the employees there how much they are?
This is in an effort to have her either put them back or have the girls downstairs realize she has them and ring her out for them. It doesn't work. Why? Because she comes back upstairs with all of them still in her hand (no more, no less) and hands me the sign with the price on it and marked clearly above it the sentence: "Glass animals must be paid for in this Dept."
I had no words. I rang her up and sent her on her merry way and went downstairs and handed the sign back to them. When they asked why it was upstairs I was so speechless that I just shrugged at them and shook my head.
Kids
So...I don't want kids. Never have wanted kids, most likely will never want kids. I'm not motherly, I don't feel like trying to support a child financially, and if there is anything that could cement me into the position of not wanting to have children, it's working in the toy dept of a five and ten. The sheer quantity and volume of...
"MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY"
...is enough to drive anyone absolutely to the brink of insanity. And then add in the screaming and crying when the child is told "no" that they can't have a Frozen (TM) ornament because 1. it's breakable and 2. it's BREAKABLE. It's absurd the amount of children who need to be taken aside and told that it is unacceptable to speak over people, yell at their parents, demand toys, candy, or money, and any other number of manners.
Parent: Okay now you owe me 18 cents.
Child: No I don't!
Me: Be grateful it's 18 cents and make sure to pay your mom back. I owe my parents a thousand dollars. Just you wait.
New Pet Peeve
When I'm down the aisle from the candy department and I see someone (always middle aged to elderly) lift the lid off a jar of chocolate, reach their BARE HAND inside and eat one of the chocolates. WE DO NOT DO SAMPLES. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE HAS TO BE WEIGHED AND PAID FOR. I try to run up to the front when I see it happening and ask if they want something weighed out and I have literally had old people look me in the face with a chocolate covered peanut tucked in their cheek say "oh no, just looking." Yeah. Right. Just looking. Uh huh.
Get. Your. Gross. Ass. Hands. Out. Of. My. Candy.
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