grr. argh.
Jan. 22nd, 2019 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyI'm vexed. Vexed I say. Mums I went to Target to do our grocery run and I've really got to learn that this is just a fucking terrible idea because our Target's frozen/cold food selection is always iffy at best on having what we want/need. But sometimes you do what you gotta do, and today I needed it to be Target. Usually the only problem is the whole them not having a decent selection of certain things or their prices for say, meat, is insanely high. Otherwise it's fine because checkout, even if you wind up with that one lady who is ancient and slow as can be, is relatively painless. I've never had a problem checking out there before.
You know where this is going, right? The signs are lit up all neon and pretty, yes?
I don't know when they switched to not having legit cash registers open til after 10:30, but Mums and I have a buggy filled with a million little things because, like I said, grocery shopping. And the self checkouts are open as are/is (I don't remember if it was one or two) the return/CS checkout register(s). The girl directing people to the self checkouts is chatting with a friend who may or may not have been in line, and so Mom asks which line she's in- self checkout or the CS registers. Employee's friend says either and makes no attempt to move. Mums is having a bit of a moment because she really needs to sit down, so she moves to the CS line. Because our cart is freakin' full. Employee calls out to her that she needs to get back in line so as not to block the lane.
Like... your friend is doing? Because she's blocking everything but okay. I tell Mums to head out to the car and I'll figure it out myself. So she does at the same moment the second self checkout is clear. I wait for the employee to let me know it's okay to move and... she doesn't. So I ask and she gives me this look and says "uh huh" and my annoyance level starts to rise. It gets higher when Mom comes back to give me my wallet and then, realizing that there are a billion employees just standing around doing nothing but chatting (and no, not the Target meeting chatting), she asks to speak to a manager. Yeah, it goes as well as you'd think.
I gather the manager tells her the thing about how the registers don't open til 10:30 (it's like 10:28) and then I overhear her doing the "mmhmm, sure, sure, I'll pass it along" thing you do to problem customers just to get them out of the store. Sure enough, as soon as Mom is outside, the first girl bitches loudly like she doesn't understand what the problem was, that she didn't DO anything. That's kinda the point, though? You didn't explain the register issue even though clearly Mums is older and would probably like someone else to be ringing up her 75 items. You also didn't waste any time badmouthing her even though I'm RIGHT THERE.
I've never done self checkout at Target so I'm not sure if it's like all the grocery stores/Walmart that flip out if you take stuff out of the bagging area and none of the at least six people standing around doing NOTHING thought to say hey, you know you don't have to try and balance all that in a tiny postage stamp area. Eventually I ran out of room and my choices were put stuff back in the cart or let the glass jars of spaghetti hit the floor and make a spectacular mess. Only the fact that I was wearing a new dress kept them from cleaning up glass.
That and I wasn't sure it would be one of the people hanging around up front who would have to clean things up. Someone else shouldn't have to pay just because they couldn't be bothered to be helpful.
I work retail hell. I try to be nice even when I'm feeling like shit, both at work and when I'm shopping elsewhere because I get it. But don't stand around and let me flounder just because you don't want to open your mouth and take ten seconds out of your chat to help out.
And now I'm all tense and grumbly because of that and the HOA has to come by and check the roof because I think the yellow stain on my ceiling has gotten worse. I know it's bad to say "I think it has" but I can't find any of the pictures I've taken of it over the years... and since I work vampire hours, I keep my curtains closed 95% of the time and the lighting in this place isn't good enough to really illuminate the stain... unless you get bright morning light. In winter. We're talking the crystal clear, practically white light that fills the room and makes you wonder wtf, was this always this big or am I going crazy? Yay.
You know where this is going, right? The signs are lit up all neon and pretty, yes?
I don't know when they switched to not having legit cash registers open til after 10:30, but Mums and I have a buggy filled with a million little things because, like I said, grocery shopping. And the self checkouts are open as are/is (I don't remember if it was one or two) the return/CS checkout register(s). The girl directing people to the self checkouts is chatting with a friend who may or may not have been in line, and so Mom asks which line she's in- self checkout or the CS registers. Employee's friend says either and makes no attempt to move. Mums is having a bit of a moment because she really needs to sit down, so she moves to the CS line. Because our cart is freakin' full. Employee calls out to her that she needs to get back in line so as not to block the lane.
Like... your friend is doing? Because she's blocking everything but okay. I tell Mums to head out to the car and I'll figure it out myself. So she does at the same moment the second self checkout is clear. I wait for the employee to let me know it's okay to move and... she doesn't. So I ask and she gives me this look and says "uh huh" and my annoyance level starts to rise. It gets higher when Mom comes back to give me my wallet and then, realizing that there are a billion employees just standing around doing nothing but chatting (and no, not the Target meeting chatting), she asks to speak to a manager. Yeah, it goes as well as you'd think.
I gather the manager tells her the thing about how the registers don't open til 10:30 (it's like 10:28) and then I overhear her doing the "mmhmm, sure, sure, I'll pass it along" thing you do to problem customers just to get them out of the store. Sure enough, as soon as Mom is outside, the first girl bitches loudly like she doesn't understand what the problem was, that she didn't DO anything. That's kinda the point, though? You didn't explain the register issue even though clearly Mums is older and would probably like someone else to be ringing up her 75 items. You also didn't waste any time badmouthing her even though I'm RIGHT THERE.
I've never done self checkout at Target so I'm not sure if it's like all the grocery stores/Walmart that flip out if you take stuff out of the bagging area and none of the at least six people standing around doing NOTHING thought to say hey, you know you don't have to try and balance all that in a tiny postage stamp area. Eventually I ran out of room and my choices were put stuff back in the cart or let the glass jars of spaghetti hit the floor and make a spectacular mess. Only the fact that I was wearing a new dress kept them from cleaning up glass.
That and I wasn't sure it would be one of the people hanging around up front who would have to clean things up. Someone else shouldn't have to pay just because they couldn't be bothered to be helpful.
I work retail hell. I try to be nice even when I'm feeling like shit, both at work and when I'm shopping elsewhere because I get it. But don't stand around and let me flounder just because you don't want to open your mouth and take ten seconds out of your chat to help out.
And now I'm all tense and grumbly because of that and the HOA has to come by and check the roof because I think the yellow stain on my ceiling has gotten worse. I know it's bad to say "I think it has" but I can't find any of the pictures I've taken of it over the years... and since I work vampire hours, I keep my curtains closed 95% of the time and the lighting in this place isn't good enough to really illuminate the stain... unless you get bright morning light. In winter. We're talking the crystal clear, practically white light that fills the room and makes you wonder wtf, was this always this big or am I going crazy? Yay.
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Date: 2019-01-23 01:52 am (UTC)