oh dear lord
Sep. 10th, 2022 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyYou ever have one of those days at work that is both soul sucking to the point that you genuinely think, "yeah, fuck it, I'm done" and so OTT that you kind of just want to see what the fuck happens next?
Yeah, that was last night.
Thursday night/Friday morning, my newbies both indicated they were interested in coming in Friday night. One said they might see me "tomorrow, if C says I can work" and the other implied they'd call and talk to the store manager to see if he'd be cool with it. I mentioned it to C before I left Friday morning and neither newbie had said anything to her. Still, both had gone out of their way to mention the fact that me working Friday alone was just mind numbingly stupid and both seemed fine giving up their Friday night, probably because it'd be overtime for either one of them.
Yeah. I walked in last night and saw Z and B and no one else. Kay, I was a minute or three early and it was raining like crazy yesterday so streets were, in theory, flooded. Definitely flooded if either lives downtown, btw. I clocked in, grabbed my gear from the office and headed out to the registers telling myself at least Z would be around for the next hour as they've scheduled him til 11 every night I've worked with him for the last two weeks and he stayed til 11 every night the week before.
Nope, I don't even make it behind the registers before he and B are both signing off their registers and running away. Greaaaaaaaaat.
Ten minutes in, one of the pharmacy techs asks if we have another bathroom because the one in the back has a Out of Order sign. I tell her nope, just the one but hey, they probably just left the sign up when they were cleaning. Nope, there's "water all over the floor" annnnnnnnnnd I know the mop is broken so fuck. FUCK.
I ring pretty much nonstop the first hour with a few minutes after 11 to catch up with photo orders. Back to ringing. At some point I'm given my task list and part of it is yet another reset of the cigarettes. JOY. At first it doesn't seem too bad and then I get to the bottom shelves, which I can barely get to because some jackass keeps piling boxes and things in front of them. Yeah, the bottom two shelves across the entire department changed. The third shelf from the bottom also changed pretty drastically and fuck it, for that matter everything but the top shelf in the last section did too.
In between doing that (and thus leaning over a LOT), I rang up about half the population of the island and the surrounding areas.
During those first two hours, one of the very likely homeless (or at least not necessarily all there) customers from last year (maybe earlier this year too? It's been awhile) reappears. She hands me a bag and wants me to throw it out for her. You know what we have outside? Big ol' trashbags that can hold big items like this more easily, but sure, whatever. She goes on about some new medicine she gets at Earthfare and how much it's helping (I didn't take notes because it involved a lot of different mushroom varieties) annnnnnnd disappears back into the store for a bit.
Then there's the woman who says she was in earlier and the cashier didn't give her all her stuff. It happens, so I ask what I'm looking for. She doesn't know. Uh... well, I can look to see if anyone left a bag of stuff. No bag. No idea what she left. No ma'am, I can't just give you the stuff. She disappears into the store as well.
There's the dude and his gf who blow like, $200 on random crap and then steal even more shit as they destroy the store. There's the dude who steals shit with his baby mama, but he left her at home I guess. He loops back around and I notice the girl who is basically teaching her babies to steal. There's a couple of other people that on any other night would be the standouts of the crazy tales but not last night.
And then... the next person in is a woman who plops a clearly opened and then taped shut pack of Black Cherry White claw on the counter. She says she wants a refund and that she talked to the store manager and they said it was okay because someone else got it and got the wrong one.
I'm like, 99% sure we can't take back alcohol, and 100% sure we can't if it's been opened. Even if I were willing to pretend that we did that tape job (we didn't, it's too thorough), through the handle I can see one of the cans is open. Ma'am. MA'AM. Are you kidding me?
But I don't say that. I simply tell her I'm pretty sure we can't return/refund alcohol, especially if it's been opened.
"It hasn't been opened."
"Ma'am, it clearly has. There's tape all over it-"
"I had to do that!"
"And one of the cans is open. I can see it from here."
"I didn't open it!"
"...ma'am, I can see it right there." I cannot stress to you enough how nice I was being about this.
Suddenly it's not the wrong flavor, it's that something is wrong with it, it tastes like it's gone off/is bad. I ask C about the return policy on alcohol, particularly if it's been open, and whether it being "bad" makes a difference. C is also pretty sure it's a no can do but the woman is welcome to come back during the day to talk to the store manager. I pass along the message and point out that he's got ~power~ to do things we just can't.
She flips her shit as anyone who has ever worked with the public knew she would. I forget what exactly she said, but it's basically not convenient for her and she keeps repeating whatever it is over and over and wants to go over my head. Fine. I tag C in and she comes up and I don't overhear anything but she pretty clearly tells the woman exactly what I told her: we can't do it but the store manager might be able to do so during the day.
While they're talking by the door, Ms. Forgot To Give Me My Stuff from earlier comes back in and she finds whatever phrase this woman uses hilarious. Honestly, I'm not sure they're not together at this point so I don't say much.
The next thing I know, C is outside with White claw annnnnnnd she's out there for an hour. I finish my reset, finish setting up the rest of the photo orders, and have time to start the next thing on my list and she's out there the entire time. I eventually ask if she's being murdered over the headset and nope, she's fine. I've never seen C get ensnared by anyone for longer than maybe ten minutes before. This woman followed her back in the store and basically spent the next several hours hanging out being weirder than I knew because she mostly confined it to C. I'd get little pearls of weirdness, like her coming by me and whispering that she was keeping an eye on another customer for me, or that she wanted me to let C know she was doing so. It was odd.
I went to lunch and the bathroom sorta worked but it was definitely a mess. I came back and the weirdo proceeded to chat for another half an hour. She sat outside for another twenty minutes, btw. It was just... a lot. Oh, and I learned the new pharmacist yells instead of using the phone for drive thru or something.
Things she apparently discussed with C: cancer, vibrators, working for the FBI, sales in California, energy, vibes, being a dog/horse whisperer/trainer, being in sales, being undercover, having her car totaled 4 times which is why she can park cattywampus and it's fine, using a blue light to catch "bad guys", auras, and I don't even know the rest.
It wasn't even officially the full moon.
eta: I forgot to mention that either my first or second customer informed me, as the thunder rolled ominously, that there was a tornado warning in effect for the entire night.
Yeah, that was last night.
Thursday night/Friday morning, my newbies both indicated they were interested in coming in Friday night. One said they might see me "tomorrow, if C says I can work" and the other implied they'd call and talk to the store manager to see if he'd be cool with it. I mentioned it to C before I left Friday morning and neither newbie had said anything to her. Still, both had gone out of their way to mention the fact that me working Friday alone was just mind numbingly stupid and both seemed fine giving up their Friday night, probably because it'd be overtime for either one of them.
Yeah. I walked in last night and saw Z and B and no one else. Kay, I was a minute or three early and it was raining like crazy yesterday so streets were, in theory, flooded. Definitely flooded if either lives downtown, btw. I clocked in, grabbed my gear from the office and headed out to the registers telling myself at least Z would be around for the next hour as they've scheduled him til 11 every night I've worked with him for the last two weeks and he stayed til 11 every night the week before.
Nope, I don't even make it behind the registers before he and B are both signing off their registers and running away. Greaaaaaaaaat.
Ten minutes in, one of the pharmacy techs asks if we have another bathroom because the one in the back has a Out of Order sign. I tell her nope, just the one but hey, they probably just left the sign up when they were cleaning. Nope, there's "water all over the floor" annnnnnnnnnd I know the mop is broken so fuck. FUCK.
I ring pretty much nonstop the first hour with a few minutes after 11 to catch up with photo orders. Back to ringing. At some point I'm given my task list and part of it is yet another reset of the cigarettes. JOY. At first it doesn't seem too bad and then I get to the bottom shelves, which I can barely get to because some jackass keeps piling boxes and things in front of them. Yeah, the bottom two shelves across the entire department changed. The third shelf from the bottom also changed pretty drastically and fuck it, for that matter everything but the top shelf in the last section did too.
In between doing that (and thus leaning over a LOT), I rang up about half the population of the island and the surrounding areas.
During those first two hours, one of the very likely homeless (or at least not necessarily all there) customers from last year (maybe earlier this year too? It's been awhile) reappears. She hands me a bag and wants me to throw it out for her. You know what we have outside? Big ol' trashbags that can hold big items like this more easily, but sure, whatever. She goes on about some new medicine she gets at Earthfare and how much it's helping (I didn't take notes because it involved a lot of different mushroom varieties) annnnnnnd disappears back into the store for a bit.
Then there's the woman who says she was in earlier and the cashier didn't give her all her stuff. It happens, so I ask what I'm looking for. She doesn't know. Uh... well, I can look to see if anyone left a bag of stuff. No bag. No idea what she left. No ma'am, I can't just give you the stuff. She disappears into the store as well.
There's the dude and his gf who blow like, $200 on random crap and then steal even more shit as they destroy the store. There's the dude who steals shit with his baby mama, but he left her at home I guess. He loops back around and I notice the girl who is basically teaching her babies to steal. There's a couple of other people that on any other night would be the standouts of the crazy tales but not last night.
And then... the next person in is a woman who plops a clearly opened and then taped shut pack of Black Cherry White claw on the counter. She says she wants a refund and that she talked to the store manager and they said it was okay because someone else got it and got the wrong one.
I'm like, 99% sure we can't take back alcohol, and 100% sure we can't if it's been opened. Even if I were willing to pretend that we did that tape job (we didn't, it's too thorough), through the handle I can see one of the cans is open. Ma'am. MA'AM. Are you kidding me?
But I don't say that. I simply tell her I'm pretty sure we can't return/refund alcohol, especially if it's been opened.
"It hasn't been opened."
"Ma'am, it clearly has. There's tape all over it-"
"I had to do that!"
"And one of the cans is open. I can see it from here."
"I didn't open it!"
"...ma'am, I can see it right there." I cannot stress to you enough how nice I was being about this.
Suddenly it's not the wrong flavor, it's that something is wrong with it, it tastes like it's gone off/is bad. I ask C about the return policy on alcohol, particularly if it's been open, and whether it being "bad" makes a difference. C is also pretty sure it's a no can do but the woman is welcome to come back during the day to talk to the store manager. I pass along the message and point out that he's got ~power~ to do things we just can't.
She flips her shit as anyone who has ever worked with the public knew she would. I forget what exactly she said, but it's basically not convenient for her and she keeps repeating whatever it is over and over and wants to go over my head. Fine. I tag C in and she comes up and I don't overhear anything but she pretty clearly tells the woman exactly what I told her: we can't do it but the store manager might be able to do so during the day.
While they're talking by the door, Ms. Forgot To Give Me My Stuff from earlier comes back in and she finds whatever phrase this woman uses hilarious. Honestly, I'm not sure they're not together at this point so I don't say much.
The next thing I know, C is outside with White claw annnnnnnd she's out there for an hour. I finish my reset, finish setting up the rest of the photo orders, and have time to start the next thing on my list and she's out there the entire time. I eventually ask if she's being murdered over the headset and nope, she's fine. I've never seen C get ensnared by anyone for longer than maybe ten minutes before. This woman followed her back in the store and basically spent the next several hours hanging out being weirder than I knew because she mostly confined it to C. I'd get little pearls of weirdness, like her coming by me and whispering that she was keeping an eye on another customer for me, or that she wanted me to let C know she was doing so. It was odd.
I went to lunch and the bathroom sorta worked but it was definitely a mess. I came back and the weirdo proceeded to chat for another half an hour. She sat outside for another twenty minutes, btw. It was just... a lot. Oh, and I learned the new pharmacist yells instead of using the phone for drive thru or something.
Things she apparently discussed with C: cancer, vibrators, working for the FBI, sales in California, energy, vibes, being a dog/horse whisperer/trainer, being in sales, being undercover, having her car totaled 4 times which is why she can park cattywampus and it's fine, using a blue light to catch "bad guys", auras, and I don't even know the rest.
It wasn't even officially the full moon.
eta: I forgot to mention that either my first or second customer informed me, as the thunder rolled ominously, that there was a tornado warning in effect for the entire night.