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I am SO glad to be off for the next couple days, because this was quite a day to go out on.
Part 1 - Living is for Wimps
I was bagging that day, and I heard a page go over the intercom for a propane exchange. Simple thing, I do it all the time. Get the key from bookkeeping, go outside, unlock the big cage full of them, take their empty propane tank, give them the full one, send them on their merry way. The biggest security concern I've run into is telling customers they can't bring them inside the store.
Until that day.
I get the key, go out to meet the customers by the tank.....and they have driven their pickup truck RIGHT NEXT TO THE TANKS. I'm like '....what?'
His girlfriend came out, handed me the tank and is smiling like nothing's wrong, her boyfriend (I presume) is behind the wheel. The car is still running.
The security guard comes up to the guy and tells him to move his car, and the guy starts arguing with him! "No, I'll move my car once this is finished! I don't have to move my goddamn car! Fuck off!"
Meanwhile, I am doing the exchange as quickly as humanly possible because I WANT TO LIVE DAMMIT. Finally I get it done and he backs out. Seriously, if he had hit the gas instead of the brake (pardon the pun) we could've all blown up. Jeez.
Part 2 - Teenagers Can't Read Sign: Stereotypes Continue
This happened the same day around 11 o'clock at night. Two customers who looked to be in teens/early 20s came in buying flowers. They call me over to do a price check, since it's ringing up $12.99 instead of $5.99.
I go and look while one of the teenagers comes with me. She points to the sign and says 'See? $5.99!' I did see it, however those weren't her flowers. I look around the corner and see the $12.99 sign, with the flowers she was buying. I point this out to her, and she accuses me of not signing our things properly.
After offering to exchange her flowers for the cheaper ones (to which she replied 'No, you're going to give me these for $5.99') I decided to let a manager deal with her.
And she and her friend threw a HUGE hissy fit that we could hear all over the store, about how we can't sign properly and we were all going to be complained about to the head office, not to mention snottily calling me a bitch on their way out.
And now I'm done! Thank God I'm not working Super Bowl Sunday. *whew*
Part 1 - Living is for Wimps
I was bagging that day, and I heard a page go over the intercom for a propane exchange. Simple thing, I do it all the time. Get the key from bookkeeping, go outside, unlock the big cage full of them, take their empty propane tank, give them the full one, send them on their merry way. The biggest security concern I've run into is telling customers they can't bring them inside the store.
Until that day.
I get the key, go out to meet the customers by the tank.....and they have driven their pickup truck RIGHT NEXT TO THE TANKS. I'm like '....what?'
His girlfriend came out, handed me the tank and is smiling like nothing's wrong, her boyfriend (I presume) is behind the wheel. The car is still running.
The security guard comes up to the guy and tells him to move his car, and the guy starts arguing with him! "No, I'll move my car once this is finished! I don't have to move my goddamn car! Fuck off!"
Meanwhile, I am doing the exchange as quickly as humanly possible because I WANT TO LIVE DAMMIT. Finally I get it done and he backs out. Seriously, if he had hit the gas instead of the brake (pardon the pun) we could've all blown up. Jeez.
Part 2 - Teenagers Can't Read Sign: Stereotypes Continue
This happened the same day around 11 o'clock at night. Two customers who looked to be in teens/early 20s came in buying flowers. They call me over to do a price check, since it's ringing up $12.99 instead of $5.99.
I go and look while one of the teenagers comes with me. She points to the sign and says 'See? $5.99!' I did see it, however those weren't her flowers. I look around the corner and see the $12.99 sign, with the flowers she was buying. I point this out to her, and she accuses me of not signing our things properly.
After offering to exchange her flowers for the cheaper ones (to which she replied 'No, you're going to give me these for $5.99') I decided to let a manager deal with her.
And she and her friend threw a HUGE hissy fit that we could hear all over the store, about how we can't sign properly and we were all going to be complained about to the head office, not to mention snottily calling me a bitch on their way out.
And now I'm done! Thank God I'm not working Super Bowl Sunday. *whew*
tanks an extra 20 feet... Maybe I should look into that. Then again, I don't need any more reasons to yell at people where I work...
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