Credit, Debit, EBT, or Gift Card?
...Using a debit card as credit? Okay, go ahead and swipe your card.
...Why is it asking for your number? You wanted "credit"? Did you push the button for "credit"? You did? So what does the screen say now?
"Enter PIN or press green button for credit"? So if you don't want to use your card for debit, what do you think you should do?
That's right! That's right! You press the GREEN button!
NO NO NO!!! You don't press the red button! That'll just cancel out the order and you'll have to swipe your card again! Just.......dammit, READ THE SCREEN AND PAY ATTENTION!
...Yes, you have to sign. Yes, I'm aware that at Walgreens or WalMart or Target or wherever, you don't have to sign if it's under X amount of dollars. But we're not them. You have to sign everytime you pay with credit.
...Oh, shut up. Is it really killing you that it "asks so many questions"? Why are you whining about it? Suck it up and deal with it, because I don't think it's cute. You don't like it? PAY WITH CASH. And while we're at it, keep your mouth shut about the size of the space allotted for your signature.
...You say you can barely read your signature? I don't really care, because I can't see it from where I'm standing behind the register.
Thank you for shopping, now STFU and GTFO.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
the night-time is the right time!
It's official. I think I prefer working the evening shift better than the regular day shifts. The customers don't seem to be so asshole-y after 5 PM. Plus, I don't get to work with A. as the CSM as often as I used to when I was still working the customer service desk...which I'm glad I don't do anymore. I hated the service desk! Ugh, having to deal with customer complaints on top of running a regular register, plus more responsibilities (like the Lotto machine, and Western Union transfers), and I didn't even get paid anything extra for it. If I have to directly deal with customers getting angry, I want to be paid more.
But oh boy, did I hate having to work the Lotto machine. You have the customers who are hard-core Lottery-addicts who are there every day to play their Lucky 5s or Daily 3s...or probably ALL of that crap. And they just rattle it off to you and expect you to know that's "their" order and know how to enter it in. Then they act all pissed off when you don't know how. And I especially hate it when they tell you how to enter it into the damn Lotto machine. And you just want to yell at them, "I'M THE F*CKING CASHIER BACK HERE AND YOU AREN'T! DON'T TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB!"
You know what else is irritating? When customers come and order a crapload of scratch-off tickets. Then they come and redeem them right away for more tickets. They go and scratch those off, and five minutes later, they're back to redeem those for even more tickets. Before you know it, they've blown about $100 on freaking scratch-off tickets and maybe have won $30 back, but they've still lost about $70 in the process. What a waste of money. And that's called an addiction, folks!
But what I hated the most about working back there was selling cigarettes. Now, I'm very anti-smoking (mainly because I was born with a birth defect--cysts in my left lung, and had to have part of my left lung surgically removed when I was a child), and I don't want to be pushing people to maintain their expensive habit of slowly killing their lungs. Customers would get so annoyed with me for not knowing what "their" brand was, or what brands looked like what (I try not to familiarize myself with that crap). It's like, "Dude, I don't smoke, I don't know shit about cigarettes, and if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't be putting this crap into your body."
But yeah. Don't really have to worry about that anymore! *ha*
But oh boy, did I hate having to work the Lotto machine. You have the customers who are hard-core Lottery-addicts who are there every day to play their Lucky 5s or Daily 3s...or probably ALL of that crap. And they just rattle it off to you and expect you to know that's "their" order and know how to enter it in. Then they act all pissed off when you don't know how. And I especially hate it when they tell you how to enter it into the damn Lotto machine. And you just want to yell at them, "I'M THE F*CKING CASHIER BACK HERE AND YOU AREN'T! DON'T TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB!"
You know what else is irritating? When customers come and order a crapload of scratch-off tickets. Then they come and redeem them right away for more tickets. They go and scratch those off, and five minutes later, they're back to redeem those for even more tickets. Before you know it, they've blown about $100 on freaking scratch-off tickets and maybe have won $30 back, but they've still lost about $70 in the process. What a waste of money. And that's called an addiction, folks!
But what I hated the most about working back there was selling cigarettes. Now, I'm very anti-smoking (mainly because I was born with a birth defect--cysts in my left lung, and had to have part of my left lung surgically removed when I was a child), and I don't want to be pushing people to maintain their expensive habit of slowly killing their lungs. Customers would get so annoyed with me for not knowing what "their" brand was, or what brands looked like what (I try not to familiarize myself with that crap). It's like, "Dude, I don't smoke, I don't know shit about cigarettes, and if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't be putting this crap into your body."
But yeah. Don't really have to worry about that anymore! *ha*
I don't mind going to work....
...it's just the eight-hour wait to go home that bothers me!
But seriously, I'm scheduled 2:15 to 10:15 tonight. What kind of a weird shift is that? Plus, I don't normally work late hours anymore, so I'm not used to it. At least I don't have to be at work early tomorrow.
And besides, I kind of like working with the people who normally work the night shifts better than the day shift workers better. (Like the high school and college-age baggers.)
But seriously, I'm scheduled 2:15 to 10:15 tonight. What kind of a weird shift is that? Plus, I don't normally work late hours anymore, so I'm not used to it. At least I don't have to be at work early tomorrow.
And besides, I kind of like working with the people who normally work the night shifts better than the day shift workers better. (Like the high school and college-age baggers.)
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Break Time!
Lately, I've been taking a journal with me to work so I can vent my frustrations out on paper while I'm on my break. There's not a whole lot I can get written down within the measly fifteen minutes we got for a break, though. And then there are the looks I get from other workers in the breakroom who want to know just what it is I'm writing about, or try to sneak a peek. Curious much, are we? God, if there's one thing I can't stand, it's nosy people. Sometimes all I ask for on my break is to be able to eat my snack and write with no disruptions. I can't even get that at work.
And then there's the occasional co-worker that thinks I'm a weirdo for WRITING on my break. Heaven forbid I do anything else besides eating or texting or getting in a smoke in the smokers' breakroom.
Maybe I need to start bringing my Discman (or finally try to figure out how to use my iPod Shuffle) and use that so people just leave me alone on my break. I don't want to seem like I don't want to associate with my co-workers, but I just want to relax on my break. Is that too much to ask for?
And then there's the occasional co-worker that thinks I'm a weirdo for WRITING on my break. Heaven forbid I do anything else besides eating or texting or getting in a smoke in the smokers' breakroom.
Maybe I need to start bringing my Discman (or finally try to figure out how to use my iPod Shuffle) and use that so people just leave me alone on my break. I don't want to seem like I don't want to associate with my co-workers, but I just want to relax on my break. Is that too much to ask for?
Monday, April 19, 2010
WTF, Michael Bublé?
Yeah, anyone seen this video yet?
THIS IS NOT REALISTIC. I want Michael Bublé would come into my store and just burst into song.
THIS IS NOT REALISTIC. I want Michael Bublé would come into my store and just burst into song.
Welcome to 15 Items or Less....I mean, Fewer!
Well, if you want to be a grammar-Nazi about it, technically it should be "15 Items or Fewer," but any ding dong at the grocery store doesn't pay attention to stuff like that. Crap, any ding dong at the grocery store doesn't pay much attention to anything, really. But more about that later as this blog progresses.
A brief intro: I'm a grocery store cashier at a grocery store in Northwestern Indiana. I'm a female, I'm in my late twenties....and quite frankly, I dislike my job.
"Then why don't you get a new job?!" you ask? I'm working on that! I don't know about you, but it's hard to find employment anywhere! The only reason I'm still at this job is because it's a somewhat decent and steady paycheck. Believe me, I wish I could just up and quit, but I can't afford to do that.
"Sooo, why do you hate your job so much?" That's the point of this blog. There's a lot about this job that gets on my nerves. This is the sort of stuff my coworkers and I discuss in private: jerky customers, stupid policies, dealing with other workers, and other random stuff we have to put up with on a daily basis.
But you know, so this blog isn't 100% me complaining about my job, I will occasionally post when something good happens. Like a chance encounter with a nice customer, or when I get acknowledged for something good.
For privacy's sake (mine and the company that I work for....and to cover my ass in case someone from work stumbles onto this blog...), names will be changed to protect the innocent (and not-so-innocent).
A brief intro: I'm a grocery store cashier at a grocery store in Northwestern Indiana. I'm a female, I'm in my late twenties....and quite frankly, I dislike my job.
"Then why don't you get a new job?!" you ask? I'm working on that! I don't know about you, but it's hard to find employment anywhere! The only reason I'm still at this job is because it's a somewhat decent and steady paycheck. Believe me, I wish I could just up and quit, but I can't afford to do that.
"Sooo, why do you hate your job so much?" That's the point of this blog. There's a lot about this job that gets on my nerves. This is the sort of stuff my coworkers and I discuss in private: jerky customers, stupid policies, dealing with other workers, and other random stuff we have to put up with on a daily basis.
But you know, so this blog isn't 100% me complaining about my job, I will occasionally post when something good happens. Like a chance encounter with a nice customer, or when I get acknowledged for something good.
For privacy's sake (mine and the company that I work for....and to cover my ass in case someone from work stumbles onto this blog...), names will be changed to protect the innocent (and not-so-innocent).
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