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A few tales from yesterday. In general it was an odd day; lots of SCs that made me want to stuff a bottle rocket up their nose, patriotic music (including some 'rah rah america' shitty country-rock that Store would never normally play) that got annoying after the first hour, etc.
It's a PERSONAL Identification Number
Lots of EBT customers shouting their PIN to the entire store yesterday.
Good lord, he's BACK
For some reason, an SC in a scooter (annoying, seems to think that I'm more 'mentally disabled' than I actually am so tends to be patronizing, etc) has decided that we are best buddies. He was in the store three separate times...whether he came back twice or he was just there for two full hours I have no idea. Manager AN kept coming up with 'urgent' stuff for me to do that kept me out of his way (reorganize the dairy overstock? Sure!)...then when I'm running some frozen veggies back to the freezers the guy says "I'll talk to SM and say you were helping me and that's why you didn't do [cold returns that NEED TO BE DONE ASAP]." No...no, that's fine. Please don't talk to him. I have shit to do and I intend to do it. Kthxbai.
This guy also butts in when I'm helping other customers; yesterday he took it upon himself to ask SM about a delivery (which I was planning to do anyway, I wanted to make sure we didn't have any first) while I was checking the back for something; he then went in search of my customer O_o I know you think you're being helpful, but I get paid for that and you're making me look bad. I can only hope someone complains about HIM; he's a known entity in the store and one of the few people I know ASM is itching to ban.
Yes, that's usually what the Wet Floor sign means
There was a spill in the soda aisle (orange soda, so it was obvious there was liquid there); I didn't witness the spill itself but somebody had placed TWO wet-floor cones over it; one on the majority of the mess and the other next to it further into the aisle. When I finally get a minute to go clean it, a lady tries to grab me (wisely, she never actually touched me; maybe she could see I was wielding a very large mop).
"Excuse me! Excuse me! I just thought you might want to know [this was said in a sneering tone] that the floor under both of those wet floor signs is WET! That woman [pointing to thin air] slipped and FELL!" I didn't see any sign in the puddle that anyone had stepped in it.
She proceeded to hover over me yakking on her cell phone as I cleaned it; I then let FEM know what she said and that I had neither seen nor heard anything resembling someone falling. Just in case she tried to claim injury.
What do you mean 'we don't get involved'?
A customer alerted me that some idiot had left their dog in the car and it was barking and seemed to be in distress. She gives me the license plate, I start to tell the CW at the desk to page the car's owner and get stopped by one of the managers who tells me: "We don't get involved in that."
I never did find out what happened (couldn't get away to find the car); I hope the pooch was OK.
Salsa spill
There was a broken salsa jar in Produce (by some stroke of luck it was in a relative corner and the jar has landed squarely upright so the mess was contained) that I found when I clocked in; I let SM know and he had the cleaning guy paged to the front. I figure that's the end of it, until I spy the same spill a half-hour before close. So I grab some gloves, a trash can and the mop and clean it up.
I tell SM as I clock out just to let him know it did get cleaned, and he started apologizing "It's my fault, I told the desk to page [cleaning guy]" (you did, but he didn't show up). I didn't want to let that mess sit all night (and if mom had found out I left it alone she'd be making me feel like dirt for not taking care of it
).
What was that?
There was an Air Force flyover before the fireworks. I didn't see it, but everyone heard it. The CW I was bagging for had no idea what it was! Manager P: "That's the flyover! They're F-15's; Dreamstalker knew what it was!" (I had instinctively looked up and apparently looked like a ten-year-old seeing a fighter jet up close).
So that's what it was
We finally figured out what keeps setting off the alarm at night. It's all the for-sale balloons we have tied to the registers; the motion detector is so sensitive that one of them moving even a centimeter sets it off. There are a few orphan balloons way up on the ceiling and we have yet to devise a way to get those down (popping them obviously, but with what; someone's idea of throwing pins was well-intentioned but might cause a bigger mess)
It's a PERSONAL Identification Number
Lots of EBT customers shouting their PIN to the entire store yesterday.
Good lord, he's BACK
For some reason, an SC in a scooter (annoying, seems to think that I'm more 'mentally disabled' than I actually am so tends to be patronizing, etc) has decided that we are best buddies. He was in the store three separate times...whether he came back twice or he was just there for two full hours I have no idea. Manager AN kept coming up with 'urgent' stuff for me to do that kept me out of his way (reorganize the dairy overstock? Sure!)...then when I'm running some frozen veggies back to the freezers the guy says "I'll talk to SM and say you were helping me and that's why you didn't do [cold returns that NEED TO BE DONE ASAP]." No...no, that's fine. Please don't talk to him. I have shit to do and I intend to do it. Kthxbai.
This guy also butts in when I'm helping other customers; yesterday he took it upon himself to ask SM about a delivery (which I was planning to do anyway, I wanted to make sure we didn't have any first) while I was checking the back for something; he then went in search of my customer O_o I know you think you're being helpful, but I get paid for that and you're making me look bad. I can only hope someone complains about HIM; he's a known entity in the store and one of the few people I know ASM is itching to ban.
Yes, that's usually what the Wet Floor sign means
There was a spill in the soda aisle (orange soda, so it was obvious there was liquid there); I didn't witness the spill itself but somebody had placed TWO wet-floor cones over it; one on the majority of the mess and the other next to it further into the aisle. When I finally get a minute to go clean it, a lady tries to grab me (wisely, she never actually touched me; maybe she could see I was wielding a very large mop).
"Excuse me! Excuse me! I just thought you might want to know [this was said in a sneering tone] that the floor under both of those wet floor signs is WET! That woman [pointing to thin air] slipped and FELL!" I didn't see any sign in the puddle that anyone had stepped in it.
She proceeded to hover over me yakking on her cell phone as I cleaned it; I then let FEM know what she said and that I had neither seen nor heard anything resembling someone falling. Just in case she tried to claim injury.
What do you mean 'we don't get involved'?
A customer alerted me that some idiot had left their dog in the car and it was barking and seemed to be in distress. She gives me the license plate, I start to tell the CW at the desk to page the car's owner and get stopped by one of the managers who tells me: "We don't get involved in that."
I never did find out what happened (couldn't get away to find the car); I hope the pooch was OK.
Salsa spill
There was a broken salsa jar in Produce (by some stroke of luck it was in a relative corner and the jar has landed squarely upright so the mess was contained) that I found when I clocked in; I let SM know and he had the cleaning guy paged to the front. I figure that's the end of it, until I spy the same spill a half-hour before close. So I grab some gloves, a trash can and the mop and clean it up.
I tell SM as I clock out just to let him know it did get cleaned, and he started apologizing "It's my fault, I told the desk to page [cleaning guy]" (you did, but he didn't show up). I didn't want to let that mess sit all night (and if mom had found out I left it alone she'd be making me feel like dirt for not taking care of it
).What was that?
There was an Air Force flyover before the fireworks. I didn't see it, but everyone heard it. The CW I was bagging for had no idea what it was! Manager P: "That's the flyover! They're F-15's; Dreamstalker knew what it was!" (I had instinctively looked up and apparently looked like a ten-year-old seeing a fighter jet up close).
So that's what it was
We finally figured out what keeps setting off the alarm at night. It's all the for-sale balloons we have tied to the registers; the motion detector is so sensitive that one of them moving even a centimeter sets it off. There are a few orphan balloons way up on the ceiling and we have yet to devise a way to get those down (popping them obviously, but with what; someone's idea of throwing pins was well-intentioned but might cause a bigger mess)
Or turn down the motion sensor.
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