I'm not sure if this really qualifies...mods can feel free to delete/move.
This was obviously before I quit.
I had cut my light off to bring some items to Customer Service. It was slow and you're allowed to do this as long as you tell some other cashier near you that you're doing it, in case a CSM walks by and asks where you are.
I'm heading back when I'm asked to go get a Coke, specifically, for a diabetic customer. I look through a TON of register aisles with fridges and find none. So I go to her and ask if I can bring her either a Mountain Dew (I figure, more sugar) or a Snickers (simple sugar chocolate, relieves the 'woozy' condition now; and the peanuts help keep it away).
She would not have anything but Coke. No matter how many times I said there were none.
She finally ended up with a Sprite.
I've lived with a diabetic, so I know how to handle it when this sort of thing happens. I'm inclined to think it might have been half because of her condition, because my diabetic relative would often get combative while her blood sugar was very low...
This was obviously before I quit.
I had cut my light off to bring some items to Customer Service. It was slow and you're allowed to do this as long as you tell some other cashier near you that you're doing it, in case a CSM walks by and asks where you are.
I'm heading back when I'm asked to go get a Coke, specifically, for a diabetic customer. I look through a TON of register aisles with fridges and find none. So I go to her and ask if I can bring her either a Mountain Dew (I figure, more sugar) or a Snickers (simple sugar chocolate, relieves the 'woozy' condition now; and the peanuts help keep it away).
She would not have anything but Coke. No matter how many times I said there were none.
She finally ended up with a Sprite.
I've lived with a diabetic, so I know how to handle it when this sort of thing happens. I'm inclined to think it might have been half because of her condition, because my diabetic relative would often get combative while her blood sugar was very low...


One day my bloodsugar got REALLY low, since a cold killed my appetite, and my ride finally realized what I meant when I feel like shit when I'm low. Normally she'd just comment on how I should eat more, but do that when I'M low, and you won't see the light of day; I get enough shit behind my back about it at work.
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