You may have noticed I retitled my other thread. I've come to terms that it is going to be a week full of suck, shit, piss, blood and lots and lots of tears on my part.
But before we begin.
I may be fired. Over the fucking Lorax.
See, the movie comes out on Tuesday. I didn't know that, I thought it came out yesterday. Customer asked for the movie, I said "sure, here you go", stuffed it in his bag and out he goes, happy as a clam. Manager A FREAKED and started yelling about me about how we could lose our license to sell DVDs, I would be written up and on and on. If I get written up, it's my job. If I get pulled into the office for any reason this week, I am going to quit. Shit. Shit and double shit and triple shit. Crying my eyes out at the moment.
On to the next part of my story.
Pounds Of Pennies And Gallons Of Mouthwash
The register I'm at had over $2 worth of pennies in the penny tray. When I ask why, S3 tells me that there was a woman who bought mouthwash earlier and paid for it with all pennies; oh and if she asks for the bathroom, don't give it to her because she drinks the mouthwash in the bathroom. As soon as she said the words, in walked the woman and upends her purse, pulling out handful after handful of pennies. She stops and stares at me.
"...Are you buying anything?"
"Yes."
"...."
"...."
"Are you buying anything?"
"I'll get it."
She goes and gets the mouthwash and I grudgingly count out the money. She apologizes...but she's not sorry.
"Ladies room."
"No, sorry, someone...er...clogged it up earlier."
"I'll go back there."
Manager S1 fends her off at the backdoor. Lady comes up and starts arguing with me that I don't have any free matches to give her. I tell her to pay up or buck up. She leaves.
Two Hours Later
Lady comes back with another bottle of mouthwash, pulling out handfuls of pennies. This time I grab manager A, who tells the woman that we can't sell it to her. Woman is noticeably drunk, weaving on her feet, stinks of mouthwash and beer. Woman gets angry as manager A voids the sale and brings the bottle back. Woman stuffs the pennies back into her purse. She did not pay for the bottle.
"She stole my stuff!"
"What?"
"I paid for it!"
"No you didn't, we voided the sale."
"Get your damn manager back over here, she stole my stuff! Hey! You! You stole my stuff, gimme my money back!"
"No, we didn't. We voided the sale. Goodbye, have a good night."
Woman leaves.
If she comes back in tomorrow I am going to call the police.
But before we begin.
I may be fired. Over the fucking Lorax.
See, the movie comes out on Tuesday. I didn't know that, I thought it came out yesterday. Customer asked for the movie, I said "sure, here you go", stuffed it in his bag and out he goes, happy as a clam. Manager A FREAKED and started yelling about me about how we could lose our license to sell DVDs, I would be written up and on and on. If I get written up, it's my job. If I get pulled into the office for any reason this week, I am going to quit. Shit. Shit and double shit and triple shit. Crying my eyes out at the moment.
On to the next part of my story.
Pounds Of Pennies And Gallons Of Mouthwash
The register I'm at had over $2 worth of pennies in the penny tray. When I ask why, S3 tells me that there was a woman who bought mouthwash earlier and paid for it with all pennies; oh and if she asks for the bathroom, don't give it to her because she drinks the mouthwash in the bathroom. As soon as she said the words, in walked the woman and upends her purse, pulling out handful after handful of pennies. She stops and stares at me.
"...Are you buying anything?"
"Yes."
"...."
"...."
"Are you buying anything?"
"I'll get it."
She goes and gets the mouthwash and I grudgingly count out the money. She apologizes...but she's not sorry.
"Ladies room."
"No, sorry, someone...er...clogged it up earlier."
"I'll go back there."
Manager S1 fends her off at the backdoor. Lady comes up and starts arguing with me that I don't have any free matches to give her. I tell her to pay up or buck up. She leaves.
Two Hours Later
Lady comes back with another bottle of mouthwash, pulling out handfuls of pennies. This time I grab manager A, who tells the woman that we can't sell it to her. Woman is noticeably drunk, weaving on her feet, stinks of mouthwash and beer. Woman gets angry as manager A voids the sale and brings the bottle back. Woman stuffs the pennies back into her purse. She did not pay for the bottle.
"She stole my stuff!"
"What?"
"I paid for it!"
"No you didn't, we voided the sale."
"Get your damn manager back over here, she stole my stuff! Hey! You! You stole my stuff, gimme my money back!"
"No, we didn't. We voided the sale. Goodbye, have a good night."
Woman leaves.
If she comes back in tomorrow I am going to call the police.
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