jdcnow
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I FUCKING HATE LAZY PEOPLE!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot stand the girl I'm stuck with as the other overnight cashier at my store. She's always 10 or 20 minutes late. She's very quiet, but catty as hell, in the sense that if you address her for ANYTHING, and she decides that she doesn't want to talk to you, she'll just ignore you, until you call her about 4 or 5 times.
And, to boot, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, either. Last night, she asked me about how to check the available balance on a WIC card for a customer. I told her very clearly, to follow normal procedure, as if the customer is actually checking out - We have to pre-authorize the card, and the register prints a receipt containing the customer's available balance, divided by each specific item and type of item and size. After that balance receipt prints, you can either check the customer out if they're actually checking out, or (if the customer just wants a balance) have them remove their WIC card from our debit/credit card reader, and the cashier signs out of the register completely, then signs back in (user ID and passcode) to ring up the next sale.
After explaining it to her twice, while I changed out the money in the self-checkout machines, I finally got to a stopping point to where I could go over and take over her register, and just do it myself. Lines were starting to back up anyway.
Then, in another incident...OK, so we were told by our overnight assistant manager that the entire store has store operations evaluations Monday morning. Our responsibility as overnight cashiers was to scrub and clean the flatbed scanners (manually taking the device up out of the counter and scrubbing underneath, where all the dirt and debris collect), as well as under the conveyor belts, as there's a lot of stuck-on crud, dirt, etc., up in there. Our manager tells us that we need the produce department's shop vac to vacuum inside all the crevices inside the registers.
This cashier literally asks me, "What's a shop vac?"
/my head...
And people call me friggin' sheltered! /wtf...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I cannot stand the girl I'm stuck with as the other overnight cashier at my store. She's always 10 or 20 minutes late. She's very quiet, but catty as hell, in the sense that if you address her for ANYTHING, and she decides that she doesn't want to talk to you, she'll just ignore you, until you call her about 4 or 5 times.
And, to boot, she's not the sharpest tool in the shed, either. Last night, she asked me about how to check the available balance on a WIC card for a customer. I told her very clearly, to follow normal procedure, as if the customer is actually checking out - We have to pre-authorize the card, and the register prints a receipt containing the customer's available balance, divided by each specific item and type of item and size. After that balance receipt prints, you can either check the customer out if they're actually checking out, or (if the customer just wants a balance) have them remove their WIC card from our debit/credit card reader, and the cashier signs out of the register completely, then signs back in (user ID and passcode) to ring up the next sale.
After explaining it to her twice, while I changed out the money in the self-checkout machines, I finally got to a stopping point to where I could go over and take over her register, and just do it myself. Lines were starting to back up anyway.
Then, in another incident...OK, so we were told by our overnight assistant manager that the entire store has store operations evaluations Monday morning. Our responsibility as overnight cashiers was to scrub and clean the flatbed scanners (manually taking the device up out of the counter and scrubbing underneath, where all the dirt and debris collect), as well as under the conveyor belts, as there's a lot of stuck-on crud, dirt, etc., up in there. Our manager tells us that we need the produce department's shop vac to vacuum inside all the crevices inside the registers.
This cashier literally asks me, "What's a shop vac?"
/my head...
And people call me friggin' sheltered! /wtf...
so happy i don't have to go down there to school anymore. it's the hood, for sure
they had you working in newark that late?
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The worst is apartment keys because I still need to got to school, and there I was helpless locked inside the whole time when I thought the key is with me but it's lost somewhere.
WHAT THE FUCK? fuckers love me better when i'm aggy, fucked up and ashy. damnit.
