I work at a big box retail store that has homo sapiens who stand at the door and say hi and try to "prevent theft" 
Today I was your friendly homo sapien who was responsible for saying hi and "preventing theft"
Do I look like Miss Cleo?
We had this gentleman and his wife come in this afternoon. His wife was disabled and unable to walk. I understand and sympathize, because I myself have mild cerebral palsy (more on that later), but it was the middle of Saturday afternoon rush and all the carts and the wheelchairs were taken when unfortunately his wife's cart died. A couple of things here:
1. Screaming at me is not going to help get you a cart, and is going to make me less likely to help you and more likely to ram the cart up your ass when we do find one.
2. Asking me why the cart was not plugged in isn't going to help either. I don't know why it wasn't plugged in and charged. I can't control what my coworkers do or don't do, and if they choose to do their jobs. I am not the master of the universe, so I can only control what I do. Get where I am going with this? Good.
3. You not liking my answers does not make me misinformed. That would lead one to believe that I am incorrect dear fellow. Logically, "I don't know" cannot be an incorrect answer.
Hello Mr. Sunshine
I wished a gentleman a nice evening and told him to take care. His response:
"I would have had a better night if I didn't have to come to this fucking place."
Yes, yes, because we at Big Box Retail Store put out the sirens that you found irresistible and drove you to visit our store. We're evil like that


I don't sit on the job
As I stated before, I have mild cerebral palsy on my left side. As your friendly greeter, I am required to stand. However, because of this condition and the burning pain it causes, about two-thirds of the way through my day I pulled over the stool and alternated standing and sitting (sitting for me for long periods of time is uncomfortable too). Miss CSM came over and informed me that I couldn't sit, so I stood. I don't get scheduled to greet very often, but it is happening more and more, so maybe it is time to have a chat with personnel and request that whenever I am scheduled to greet, then I need to sit after a couple of hours. I think she was making up her own rule, because a couple of the assistant managers came by and didn't say a word. I think I will still have a chat with personnel to cover my ass.
How was everyone else's Saturday night?

Today I was your friendly homo sapien who was responsible for saying hi and "preventing theft"

Do I look like Miss Cleo?
We had this gentleman and his wife come in this afternoon. His wife was disabled and unable to walk. I understand and sympathize, because I myself have mild cerebral palsy (more on that later), but it was the middle of Saturday afternoon rush and all the carts and the wheelchairs were taken when unfortunately his wife's cart died. A couple of things here:
1. Screaming at me is not going to help get you a cart, and is going to make me less likely to help you and more likely to ram the cart up your ass when we do find one.
2. Asking me why the cart was not plugged in isn't going to help either. I don't know why it wasn't plugged in and charged. I can't control what my coworkers do or don't do, and if they choose to do their jobs. I am not the master of the universe, so I can only control what I do. Get where I am going with this? Good.
3. You not liking my answers does not make me misinformed. That would lead one to believe that I am incorrect dear fellow. Logically, "I don't know" cannot be an incorrect answer.
Hello Mr. Sunshine
I wished a gentleman a nice evening and told him to take care. His response:
"I would have had a better night if I didn't have to come to this fucking place."
Yes, yes, because we at Big Box Retail Store put out the sirens that you found irresistible and drove you to visit our store. We're evil like that



I don't sit on the job
As I stated before, I have mild cerebral palsy on my left side. As your friendly greeter, I am required to stand. However, because of this condition and the burning pain it causes, about two-thirds of the way through my day I pulled over the stool and alternated standing and sitting (sitting for me for long periods of time is uncomfortable too). Miss CSM came over and informed me that I couldn't sit, so I stood. I don't get scheduled to greet very often, but it is happening more and more, so maybe it is time to have a chat with personnel and request that whenever I am scheduled to greet, then I need to sit after a couple of hours. I think she was making up her own rule, because a couple of the assistant managers came by and didn't say a word. I think I will still have a chat with personnel to cover my ass.
How was everyone else's Saturday night?



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