This OF comes to the register. He asks about the prices of the plants he's brought. One has the necessary yellow sticker, so it's going to be reduced. The rest don't have that sticker, so, er, uh, NO, they ain't.
He keeps telling me that they were all on "that shelf." Which isn't helpful, because they've got no sticker, and no black line through the UPC code. They also don't look distressed, so I'm not going to mark 'em down. No matter what he tells me.
He doesn't want 'em then. Of course.
I tell him his total, sans the non-discounted plants. He reaches into his pocket...
He's elbow deep, swaying forward and back, leaning into the counter...
There's no jingly noise that would indicate that there's change in that pocket. I'm getting nervous about he's doing...he's still digging on whatever it is.
His face is contorting and the full body movements he's making are starting to get, uhm, well, odd. It's not a seizure.
At this point, I'm pretty far along the nervous about what I'm witnessing. And I'm quite honestly afraid of what he's going to try to hand me when he finally completes whatever it is he's doing.
I'll never complain about the leg humpers again.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
I'm Baaa-aaack
Whether you like it or not.
So, the garden center is open and we're having spring-like weather on Thursdays.
The rain and cold are not slowing down the foot traffic, but it is, yet again, inspiring these morons to complain about how wet it is. DUH.
I also like the 3 people yesterday who walked into the open-air, no-roof, not-inside-a-building garden center and proclaimed, "WOW! It's warmer in here!" I suppose these are the people who think that a Quarter Pounder with Cheese is nutrious because there's tomato and cheese on it (that's 3 food groups!)
Sweet niblets.
My rant today is actually about this woman I work with--my current manager. I'm not gonna go into the entire history between us, but we'll just say that pre-Lowes, she was a pig who dated the jackass I was engaged to. (Yes, I owe her, in part, with dodging that bullet, but that's sooo not the point.)
Anyway, after slightly more than 11 years, we've both grown up and gotten over it. BUT, lately, she's really riding my ass, nit-picking how I do my job.
I have spent the last 5 years (maybe more, they all just bleed together) out in the garden center, BY MYSELF, doing my job. For 6 days of the year, they'd schedule a 2nd (but only a 2nd) person out there with me. And on at least 4 of those 6 days, they'd pull that 2nd person back INSIDE the store, because somebody needed to straighten light bulbs. No matter how busy we were, or what was exploding, I was out there, effectively, by myself, running that register.
Now, suddenly, this year, they're actually scheduling upwards of 4 cashiers, even on weekdays. Even when it rains. (we won't even discuss how there's no register tape anywhere in the building for that 4th register, so it doesn't matter if we have people to run it or not, it's not going to work)
They're opening the 2nd gate on the weekends, when we're at our busiest. They've fixed the EAS--the alarm thing that goes off when high theft items don't get their little security tags deactivated. That thing hasn't worked right since about 3 weeks after it was installed, and VIOLA! It now works.
They also keep coming out and telling me that I have to turn in all the scan books because they're not complete. I keep telling them that they ARE complete, they're just not all falling out of the warped and ineffective binders we've had since the store opened. I refuse to give them the books. (and, ftr, I've been asking for new binders for at least 3 years)
I keep telling them they need to come out when I'm there--not because I'm a control freak, but because then I can show them that I have those dayumed books ready to go, usable, and since I split them, we don't have to spend valuable customer service time trying to shove 'em all back together. Idiots.
Oh, my rant. The original one, I mean: this manager sow is now choosing to be the one standing at the open double gates. She spends her time telling me to "mind your own business and run your register."
So guess what! This coming weekend, I will be doing just exactly that. Whatever the customer is asking me, regardless of whether it's "where are the perennials" or "do you have...." I'm going to refer them to her. I am going to do nothing more, and nothing less than run my register.
SHE can have all the freaks, weirdos, idiots, retards, and leg humpers. And the grumps, the whiners, and the annoyers. Every fucking one of them!
Hope she enjoys being manager then.
So, the garden center is open and we're having spring-like weather on Thursdays.
The rain and cold are not slowing down the foot traffic, but it is, yet again, inspiring these morons to complain about how wet it is. DUH.
I also like the 3 people yesterday who walked into the open-air, no-roof, not-inside-a-building garden center and proclaimed, "WOW! It's warmer in here!" I suppose these are the people who think that a Quarter Pounder with Cheese is nutrious because there's tomato and cheese on it (that's 3 food groups!)
Sweet niblets.
My rant today is actually about this woman I work with--my current manager. I'm not gonna go into the entire history between us, but we'll just say that pre-Lowes, she was a pig who dated the jackass I was engaged to. (Yes, I owe her, in part, with dodging that bullet, but that's sooo not the point.)
Anyway, after slightly more than 11 years, we've both grown up and gotten over it. BUT, lately, she's really riding my ass, nit-picking how I do my job.
I have spent the last 5 years (maybe more, they all just bleed together) out in the garden center, BY MYSELF, doing my job. For 6 days of the year, they'd schedule a 2nd (but only a 2nd) person out there with me. And on at least 4 of those 6 days, they'd pull that 2nd person back INSIDE the store, because somebody needed to straighten light bulbs. No matter how busy we were, or what was exploding, I was out there, effectively, by myself, running that register.
Now, suddenly, this year, they're actually scheduling upwards of 4 cashiers, even on weekdays. Even when it rains. (we won't even discuss how there's no register tape anywhere in the building for that 4th register, so it doesn't matter if we have people to run it or not, it's not going to work)
They're opening the 2nd gate on the weekends, when we're at our busiest. They've fixed the EAS--the alarm thing that goes off when high theft items don't get their little security tags deactivated. That thing hasn't worked right since about 3 weeks after it was installed, and VIOLA! It now works.
They also keep coming out and telling me that I have to turn in all the scan books because they're not complete. I keep telling them that they ARE complete, they're just not all falling out of the warped and ineffective binders we've had since the store opened. I refuse to give them the books. (and, ftr, I've been asking for new binders for at least 3 years)
I keep telling them they need to come out when I'm there--not because I'm a control freak, but because then I can show them that I have those dayumed books ready to go, usable, and since I split them, we don't have to spend valuable customer service time trying to shove 'em all back together. Idiots.
Oh, my rant. The original one, I mean: this manager sow is now choosing to be the one standing at the open double gates. She spends her time telling me to "mind your own business and run your register."
So guess what! This coming weekend, I will be doing just exactly that. Whatever the customer is asking me, regardless of whether it's "where are the perennials" or "do you have...." I'm going to refer them to her. I am going to do nothing more, and nothing less than run my register.
SHE can have all the freaks, weirdos, idiots, retards, and leg humpers. And the grumps, the whiners, and the annoyers. Every fucking one of them!
Hope she enjoys being manager then.
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