As a reminder I work at a gas station ("Slowway"). A couple weeks ago we got an email from the DM warning us about a new rash of counterfeit 20's in the area. When it came in, one of our girls was still on maternity leave. Our DM is fond of making everyone sign a printout of the email and picking it up for his records. He stopped in the store just over a week ago before he went on vacation and pointed out that Coworker E hadn't signed. As she was still on maternity leave when it came in, this wasn't surprising. On Friday, Boss had E read and sign. Not an hour later, E accepted a counterfeit 20. Boss being nice, and really liking E, told her she could avoid the writeup by replacing the 20. Since right now that particular writeup MUST be forwarded to the DM and he has a right to terminate someone for it, I feel she was pretty generous. Cue E paying the 20 bucks and going home, and venting to her hubby about her day. Hubby blew up, came to store, exchanged words with Boss. Long story short, E no longer works there and we are now required to use a verification marker on ALL 20s (even those being used for employee purchases). If the manager catches us with an unmarked 20 after we've cashed out the transaction, we are fired. No questions asked.
Fast forward to Saturday evening. I am working on my scheduled day off because, you guessed it, E had been scheduled the 2p-10p shift (one I generally work) and it needed covered and I am Boss's slave (and broke so I needed the extra hours).
Me: Tired, grumpy, having an annoying day, and a pale pasty white girl (important later).
Dumb Complainer: Male, mid 30's, complains about something every time he's in, pale pasty white dude (also important later).
CoWorker J: Awesome girl I work with. Not pale, pasty, or white.
Me: Rings up his snacks and drink, scans "Slowway" card, and tells customer total.
DC: Hands me U$20 bill.
Me: Grabs marker and marks bill.
DC: "What are you doing? Do you think I'm a counterfeiter?"
Me: "No sir. We are now being required to mark all $20s coming in. I marked the one the girl before you gave me."
DC: "This is ridiculous. You guys are accusing me of passing bad bills. Blahblahblah."t
Me: Takes a deep breath. "No ones accusing you of anything sir. We are just ensuring that none of our honest customers have received a fake 20 blahblahblah."
DC: "This is bull****! You're just profiling me!"
At this point, I'm confused. J is confused. All of the customers in the store are confused. How can a white person of middle class upbringing POSSIBLY profile another white person who looks to be in the same social class who isn't wearing any sports team logos, his pants are firmly pulled up to his waist, he is wearing a gray t-shirt, he has no visible tattoos or piercings, no visible religious paraphernalia. On what basis did this moron think I was profiling him?
Me: I've had enough. I slap (yes slap) his 20 down on the counter and snatch the bag full of his empty calories. "Fine. I just won't take it and you can leave."
J:
DC: Uhhh...well, you've already marked it now so I might as well just let you take it
Yes, he's doing me such a favor by that
Me: Snatches up the 20 and plops down his bag. Man I hope I shook up that bottle of coke enough for it to spray on him in the car. At this point, I mark the bill AGAIN. Just to prove a point. I cash him out and hand him his change. "And for the record, the next time you speak to me like that, I will refuse to ring you up ever again."
DC: repeat
Me: Stomps off into the back to take out my frustration on some dirty pizza pans.
Seriously, we could avoid the whole pen thing all together by dropping all 20s straight into the safe, but it would slow down our service during rushes, and we'd have no 20s to give as change when people have big bills. And I would like to note that this gem of a human being is one that likes to forget to hit the bank Friday after he cashes his paycheck so he will frequently come in and pay for a fountain drink with a 50. So I'm making sure, in essence, that HE will never get a fake bill from us.
I really need a new job.
Fast forward to Saturday evening. I am working on my scheduled day off because, you guessed it, E had been scheduled the 2p-10p shift (one I generally work) and it needed covered and I am Boss's slave (and broke so I needed the extra hours).
Me: Tired, grumpy, having an annoying day, and a pale pasty white girl (important later).
Dumb Complainer: Male, mid 30's, complains about something every time he's in, pale pasty white dude (also important later).
CoWorker J: Awesome girl I work with. Not pale, pasty, or white.
Me: Rings up his snacks and drink, scans "Slowway" card, and tells customer total.
DC: Hands me U$20 bill.
Me: Grabs marker and marks bill.
DC: "What are you doing? Do you think I'm a counterfeiter?"
Me: "No sir. We are now being required to mark all $20s coming in. I marked the one the girl before you gave me."
DC: "This is ridiculous. You guys are accusing me of passing bad bills. Blahblahblah."t
Me: Takes a deep breath. "No ones accusing you of anything sir. We are just ensuring that none of our honest customers have received a fake 20 blahblahblah."
DC: "This is bull****! You're just profiling me!"
At this point, I'm confused. J is confused. All of the customers in the store are confused. How can a white person of middle class upbringing POSSIBLY profile another white person who looks to be in the same social class who isn't wearing any sports team logos, his pants are firmly pulled up to his waist, he is wearing a gray t-shirt, he has no visible tattoos or piercings, no visible religious paraphernalia. On what basis did this moron think I was profiling him?
Me: I've had enough. I slap (yes slap) his 20 down on the counter and snatch the bag full of his empty calories. "Fine. I just won't take it and you can leave."
J:
DC: Uhhh...well, you've already marked it now so I might as well just let you take it
Yes, he's doing me such a favor by that
Me: Snatches up the 20 and plops down his bag. Man I hope I shook up that bottle of coke enough for it to spray on him in the car. At this point, I mark the bill AGAIN. Just to prove a point. I cash him out and hand him his change. "And for the record, the next time you speak to me like that, I will refuse to ring you up ever again."
DC: repeat
Me: Stomps off into the back to take out my frustration on some dirty pizza pans.
Seriously, we could avoid the whole pen thing all together by dropping all 20s straight into the safe, but it would slow down our service during rushes, and we'd have no 20s to give as change when people have big bills. And I would like to note that this gem of a human being is one that likes to forget to hit the bank Friday after he cashes his paycheck so he will frequently come in and pay for a fountain drink with a 50. So I'm making sure, in essence, that HE will never get a fake bill from us.
I really need a new job.
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