*gasp* i've actually had some semblance of a social life. omg!
so i've decided to focus on the lottery lady today. this woman...she has a problem. so i feel slightly bad that i'm subjecting her to a description in my blog. but the other night, i was ready to lose it.
ok. so this lady always comes in with her husband. they grab two carts, and then he does the shopping, while she sits at the machine and plays scratch offs. like...incessantly. it used to be worse, because we used to have the scratch off's behind the counter and she would stand there, and talk and talk and scratch and scratch and it just was terrible. it's still pretty awful, cause she will hand you like, 400 tickets to check, all while subjecting you to this boring, totally stupid diatribe about ANYTHINGGGGGG.
usually i can put up with it. but the other night i just couldn't even take it. she came in at like, 20 minutes before we close. once again, usually i can handle it, but i had to buy groceries. and the only time i get to do it is at the end of my shift. usually, what i do is grab a few things, and run it back to the desk, check if anyones there, then keep shopping. fine. but she was getting almost nasty with me. i'm sorry, but i have shit that needs to be done at the end of my shift in the desk. it's nothing super important, but regardless, it has to get done. and couple that with the fact i had to buy a few things (the severe dearth of slightly healthy food in my house was disgusting), i was just trying to get stuff done. would have been able too, had she not been in there annoying the HELL out of me. and then for her to get nasty (which she almost never does), i was like UGH GET AWAY FROM MEEEEE
thank god that we closed, and she had to go home. lol
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
there's no such thing as a free lunch
...but there is if you nick it off our shelves!
shoplifters. every kid goes through it, do they not? i mean...what 14 year old girl didn't steal makeup from the local drugstore? but whatever. i'm not talking about the run of the mill, young teenage shoplifters. i'm talking about crazy people who just steal things and return them for money. a TON of people do this. there's the meat lady (who will get her own entry, i assure you. she's that good), the drunk shoplifter, and my personal favorite...the razor guy.
this guy...ok. he's come into the store before, and he creeped me out before i realized his gig. then, one afternoon he bought a pack of cigs from me and left. nooooo big deal. however, i get a phonecall later that night from another of of local stores saying "there's a guy who is trying to return razor blades and we have a very strong suspicion that he stole them. he has no receipt, don't do the return!". so i let my manager know, and she was like "come on m., you know the policy. you have to issue it". so i do. fine.
like, a week later, discussing it with my store manager, as well as the assistant manager (the one who told me i had to do the return), and we came to the conclusion that there are exceptions to the rule. fine. later that night, the guy comes in again. i saw him as i was running to get a price check for a customer, with a basket full of stuff. turns out, he's walking to my desk, and is there when i return. he asks me for the results of the past weekends big lottery, and i give it to him. i promptly walk to the frozen aisle, let my manager know he's in here and maybe she'll want to keep an eye on him. she followed me back to the desk, where i notice him packing up the shit that was in his basket with bags he filched off the registers...and starting to walk out the door. i was like "N. wtf...he didn't pay for annnnny of that!" she followed him out. and threatened to call the cops. OH. and he attempted to steal like 76$ worth of shit, including a bottle of jameson 12 yr. WTF
and hes nasty. like.. wtf. i hate this guy. maybe cause i am full of rage today. hah
no work since monday. life is good, eh?
shoplifters. every kid goes through it, do they not? i mean...what 14 year old girl didn't steal makeup from the local drugstore? but whatever. i'm not talking about the run of the mill, young teenage shoplifters. i'm talking about crazy people who just steal things and return them for money. a TON of people do this. there's the meat lady (who will get her own entry, i assure you. she's that good), the drunk shoplifter, and my personal favorite...the razor guy.
this guy...ok. he's come into the store before, and he creeped me out before i realized his gig. then, one afternoon he bought a pack of cigs from me and left. nooooo big deal. however, i get a phonecall later that night from another of of local stores saying "there's a guy who is trying to return razor blades and we have a very strong suspicion that he stole them. he has no receipt, don't do the return!". so i let my manager know, and she was like "come on m., you know the policy. you have to issue it". so i do. fine.
like, a week later, discussing it with my store manager, as well as the assistant manager (the one who told me i had to do the return), and we came to the conclusion that there are exceptions to the rule. fine. later that night, the guy comes in again. i saw him as i was running to get a price check for a customer, with a basket full of stuff. turns out, he's walking to my desk, and is there when i return. he asks me for the results of the past weekends big lottery, and i give it to him. i promptly walk to the frozen aisle, let my manager know he's in here and maybe she'll want to keep an eye on him. she followed me back to the desk, where i notice him packing up the shit that was in his basket with bags he filched off the registers...and starting to walk out the door. i was like "N. wtf...he didn't pay for annnnny of that!" she followed him out. and threatened to call the cops. OH. and he attempted to steal like 76$ worth of shit, including a bottle of jameson 12 yr. WTF
and hes nasty. like.. wtf. i hate this guy. maybe cause i am full of rage today. hah
no work since monday. life is good, eh?
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