Somehow I knew we weren't getting out 'on time' last night...it was busy all day but nothing nuts. Until, predictably, 8:59 (we close at 9 on Sundays).
A woman comes up with two WIC transactions, one regular and one fresh produce. The cashier I was bagging for wasn't completely trained on WIC, so I jumped in to show her. The milk and beans scan fine. Then...we get to the 36 ounces dry cereal.
WIC guidelines state that any boxes of dry cereal need to be 12.8 ounces or over (why is the total an even number, but individual items never are?). One was 12.8, one was 12, and one was 9. The last two didn't scan in. I knew we had larger sizes of those cereals, so explained to SC that she needed to get a larger size and that I would run the wrong ones back and pick out the right ones (would have taken me 30 seconds tops). She starts in "I mix them to get different kinds, I mix them, I mix them"...which is fine, but individual boxes need to be a certain size. Then manager AN shows up with the WIC booklet and tries to show her. She stabs at the pictures "That what I got!" Okay, but they have to be a certain size. We don't make the rules.
So already something that would have taken one minute to fix has turned into 5, and we're not even through with the first order.
SC takes all cereals back (even the one that went through) and vanishes. The register is in mid-transaction so we can't close it, and it can't be voided out as one of the items is no longer at the register.
Finally at 9:15 AN tells me to get the red card, clock out and leave, he'll handle the rest of it. Luckily SM was still around watching this.
I wasn't around for the produce transaction, but I knew she had more than $6 worth (at least 2 pounds of cherries plus other stuff, for some reason fresh potatoes aren't covered under our state's WIC so those wouldn't have gone through; she would be lucky if just the cherries did).
Bonus suck: When I left someone tried to sneak in through the exit doors, someone else was reefing on the entrance doors (which were actually turned off for once) and an SC I recognized from earlier in the day tried to grab my arm as I was crossing the driveway (manager DL--tall guy and built like a linebacker--stepped in and she fled).
Personally, I think the "store is CLOSED" announcement should be given at 8:55, so people can get their shit to the registers and we can close on time.
A woman comes up with two WIC transactions, one regular and one fresh produce. The cashier I was bagging for wasn't completely trained on WIC, so I jumped in to show her. The milk and beans scan fine. Then...we get to the 36 ounces dry cereal.
WIC guidelines state that any boxes of dry cereal need to be 12.8 ounces or over (why is the total an even number, but individual items never are?). One was 12.8, one was 12, and one was 9. The last two didn't scan in. I knew we had larger sizes of those cereals, so explained to SC that she needed to get a larger size and that I would run the wrong ones back and pick out the right ones (would have taken me 30 seconds tops). She starts in "I mix them to get different kinds, I mix them, I mix them"...which is fine, but individual boxes need to be a certain size. Then manager AN shows up with the WIC booklet and tries to show her. She stabs at the pictures "That what I got!" Okay, but they have to be a certain size. We don't make the rules.
So already something that would have taken one minute to fix has turned into 5, and we're not even through with the first order.
SC takes all cereals back (even the one that went through) and vanishes. The register is in mid-transaction so we can't close it, and it can't be voided out as one of the items is no longer at the register.
Finally at 9:15 AN tells me to get the red card, clock out and leave, he'll handle the rest of it. Luckily SM was still around watching this.
I wasn't around for the produce transaction, but I knew she had more than $6 worth (at least 2 pounds of cherries plus other stuff, for some reason fresh potatoes aren't covered under our state's WIC so those wouldn't have gone through; she would be lucky if just the cherries did).
Bonus suck: When I left someone tried to sneak in through the exit doors, someone else was reefing on the entrance doors (which were actually turned off for once) and an SC I recognized from earlier in the day tried to grab my arm as I was crossing the driveway (manager DL--tall guy and built like a linebacker--stepped in and she fled).
Personally, I think the "store is CLOSED" announcement should be given at 8:55, so people can get their shit to the registers and we can close on time.
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