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[Jun. 21st, 2006|10:59 pm] |
Hokay, so I've been kinda hectic lately and I promise I will update for my shifts this week.
Highlights:
- Ginormous money orders
- More cute boys
- Kids I don't remember who remember me
- Kids trying to get stuff without I.D.'s... silly teenagers!
- Register shortness
- Cat Piss Lady
- 2 for $5 Lady
- Nasty, sweaty money
- Cute Aggie boy (jailbait :-/ lol)
I'll update sometime tomorrow :-) |
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| Big Lottery day? |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|05:48 pm] |
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Today we had two fairly big winners before 9 AM! Now, some of you may know that it's not uncommon for people to tip cashiers if they win big- winnings in the hundreds, since we can't cash over $500. We had a $100 winner at 8:30 AM, and then a $400 winner a little before 9! I hadn't forgotten about the tipping thing, but since I've had no experience with that I wasn't really expecting anything. After the $400 guy left though, even the manager remarked "Wow, he didn't even give you $10. Oh well- some people tip with big wins, did you know that?" So that stinks that I got no tip, but that's still pretty cool that they won big like that.
I also went into the coolers for the second time today. The coolers are kinda, well.. cool I guess. I think I've just been so bored with sitting on my ass not really doing much since school ended that even going into the coolers is exciting. Tres pathetic, no? Either way, it's fun and easy work. The manager did a good job organizing it, you can tell that since he has taken over the place has gotten way better than it once was.
This guy came in to buy stuff and had this tattoo on his forehead- which actually looked like it was.... rubbing off? on one end and makes me question how real it was, but when I asked him what it was he went on about the 3rd eye (which is what it was) and all-seeing and corruption and absolute power... holy overload, whoa there guy. I asked waht it was, not a three-minute lecture on what it means. I didn't even pay attention to most of it, but thankfully I am fairly good at seeming like I care. It was a kinda cool tattoo though.
The last random customer thing was the combover man. Guys, this goes out to all of you. If you absolutely cannot face the world without hair on your head, do not go with a combover. It's ricidulous! There's always those hairs that bunch together, so you end up having some messed up stripe pattern instead of anything that would ever pass for hair on the top of your head. Suck it up and buy a good quality wig, it'll be worth the money to not have people talking about your horrible combover, and it will look wicked good!
Nays:
- To the tattoo guy. You freaked me out a lil there, fella.
Yays:
- Um, I don't remember. The lady scratchie. You're fun to talk to, I really do hope you win big. And then give me a slice of the pie, kthxbai. ;-)
End Register: -$16.22 dang, yo. At least I haven't been short by over $20 yet! |
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| First night shift... |
[Jun. 16th, 2006|11:56 pm] |
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Tonight was my first night shift, ended up leaving around 11:23.
I have noticed more cute guys coming in than I expected, and have considered this a perk of the job! I also found out we get discounts at the pizza place next door... too bad I have a loyalty to Papa Gino's!
Saw a bunch of Medway kids I used to know today... kinda a bummer since I felt like a joke for working at the convenience store... even though working at a convenience store isn't that bad at all. And I've decided that it's not like I have some terribly shitty job, and none of them seemed to really think anything of it.
So within the past.. let's say 5 months there have been a few nighttime robberies of this store chain in the area. My store was hit twice and so was one in the town over, always about 5 minutes before closing. By 9:30 PM this shift, I had begun planning how I would distract, disarm, and observe identifying features of my future robbers and how I would save the store. I do not know why I do this, I cannot help it..... this paranoia makes me start memorizing license plates around 10:30, which I thankfully stopped doing.
When we were closing up Thani was telling me how he was going to lock the door and do some stuff, and then all we needed to do was set the alarm and leave. So he goes outside, locks the door... and doesn't come back for like four minutes. He's from Nepal and doesn't speak American English fluently, so I sat there doing stuff going "omg... if he left me here alone I might pee my pants". Luckily he came back and we turned on the alarm, at which point he told me I had 18 seconds to get my purse and get out the front door. Thanks Thani... give the fat girl with a bad knee 18 seconds to run back and forth through the store!
I think I love my job. :-)
Nays:
- The creepy eldery scratchies who hang around the store...
Yays:
- The elderly guy who told me I have a very happy smile. Thanks! |
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| The first shift... |
[Jun. 15th, 2006|04:32 pm] |
So today was my first shift, 7 AM - 3 PM. Not even two hours into my shift, I had an extremely pissed customer. He was the first person whose scratch tickets I checked for winners, and I didn't realize that one of the other workers had checked someones ticket and not clear the machine. This was both my fault and the other cashiers fault. I should have check it out (and kept the tickets instead of throwing them in the basket right away) and they should have cleared the machine when they finished. I told the guy he had won $44, in reality he had only won $29. Because of this he decided to buy a bunch of scratch tickets right then, and then changed his mind about some of them which confused me since he was also talking on his cell phone. He kep repeating himself and ignoring my answers, then repeating more and changing his mind. WTF dude, wicked rude right there.
Luckily we realized the mistake before giving him the money he had left over, and informed him of our mistake. This is when he flipped out, because we were trying to figure out quite what happened and tell him what happened, and there were four people behind the register looking at tickets and crap. He had to go to work, wouldn't believe us about it being a mistake, and started yelling about how we were ripping him off. The he decided to slam the door open yelling "you are all FUCKING SONS OF BITCHES!!!!!"..... that kinda traumatized me a bit and I will admit I almost cried. I thought I had made a huge mistake and they were going to fire me. Which they didn't of course, because the manager is sane and also told me that the guy was being a jerk and trying to rip us off, and for me not to worry about it. This made me feel way better.
Freaky moment: I forgot to say "Have a nice day" to some guy, and as he was putting his change in his pocket/walking away he stopped parallel to the counter, turned his head to me and said "Have a nice day." without smiling and then walked out right after I said "You too!". He was dressed in a suit (no jacket), dark sunglasses, and had his hair slicked back. It was a very American Psycho moment, if he had started telling me how different we are I think I would have had to start backing away.
Doing the ending of the shift money really sucked though, because it was busy and so we only had one register open and were trying to count money while doing sales and it was messed up. We were somewhere around $16 short in the end, which is okay for my first day.
Overall, I liked the job. I had only one big mistake and did pretty good most of the day. I kept grazing the touchscreen for the register though, which is annoying but happens less and less.
If there is one thing about working at the store that is depressing, it's the scratchies (scratch ticket people). You will see the same person come in so many times with 10-20 minutes, often without having any redeeming tickets from the previous batch. They just keep buying and buying! One was really cute and young, too bad he probably has a gambling problem!
Nays:
- sons of bitches guy
- American Psycho guy. You sir, are a creepy creepy man.
Yays:
- the man who apologized for the sons of bitches guy despite not even knowing him- you made me feel alot better
- the 7:10 AM hottie. Please come again, thank you! |
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| Obvious foreshadowing... |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|12:08 pm] |
The local convenience store has always seemed a little ghetto. But then again, most of them do.
It seemed that my store has an added touch to it, as every interview I had there was in the ice cream aisle. Forms were filled out above jugs of orange sherbert. And it just has the "crappy little convenience store" feeling to it. Also, it had always had bad ownership/management and had owned it's ghetto rep by both it's employees and the items sold (crappy little things, it wasn't that great a store).
I'm awfully tired, so I don't have much else to say. I think this job will become very interesting. |
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