By Heather
This is how I started my day. I had goals that I was determined to accomplish today. I was going to clean the front end as much as humanly possible because cashier olympics is quickly approaching. Got to work on time, got everything staged, paperwork done, lunches scheduled, and back up cashiers selected.
So now its time to get cleaning. I cleaned as much as I could without taking my eyes off my register. We had a district supervisor in the store today so I didn't want to go to far or appear away from my register if and when he came by. So I swept, dusted, and cleaned off my registers. I also made notes of what needed to be done before olympics.
So now that I got the two registers ready for painting I started putting painters tape around where I needed to touch up the black. YES! YES! Everything is going so well!
By now I am beaming with accomplishment. Not half as much as I wanted to get done yet. But! I was off to a great start. I was so so happy. So 8am rolls around and I am eagerly awaiting my first and only 8 o'clock person for today. My opener for garden.
The minutes roll by and it is now fifteen after eight. I am now officially concerned but I'm sure he is just stuck in traffic. There has been perpetual road construction for the passed two months. So I look up his number just to verify where he is.
The longer the phone rings with more concerned I get till someone answers. I tell the woman who I am and why I'm calling. She tells me that he called off the night before.
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Mind you we are so thin on coverage that one call off completely screwed the day. I had to redue the lunch schedule three times just because nothing went according to schedule due to no one having a sense of urgency. It shouldn't take a half an hour for one person to walk to garden to take over and for that person to walk back to the middle. Therefore I must come in tomorrow on my day off and power house the entire front end as much as humanly possible for the five hours I'll be there. On top of that when I asked management for help I was blatantly ignored because the ditrict supervisor was there. So I was essentually alone today.
To think all of this could of been avoided if the closing manager on duty last night would have wrote a not to let me know that my garden casher was not coming in. I could have spent part of those two and a half hours finding someone to come in and fill those hours, but no, no, not for the front end. God forbid information actually travels to where it needs to go in this establishment.
By Heather
How many times do I have to say it? If you are over the age of sixteen its no longer acceptable to keep your money wadded up in your pocket. I can't tell you how many times people, middle aged people give me large wads of money either from the ass pocket or believe it or not, from under there boob. Sweaty boob money is the worst. Think of it people, would you want a complete stranger smothering either swass (ass sweat) or under boob sweat in your hands? No, then why do you insist on doing it to me? I know you could just be being a jerk but its just so unnecessary.
By Heather
I know its been a while since my last post. I've recently been dealing with a crap ton of drama that has been slowly ruining my life for the past five months, thus the vacation from blogger. But I degress.
So today I'm at work and I'm ringing this guy out of whom like most customers loaded this cart like a fricken retard and then didn't help me with anything. But its one of those kids karts shaped like a car. I look up to see the child in it and he's like twelve years old and is barely fitting in the kids seat. Do people not realize that these carts are meant for age six at the most.
Also this guy and his maybe four year old daughter came up to my register. Was a normal checkout when the little girl yelled "DADDY DADDY I'M BLEEDING" I look down and her finger is covered in blood. Not just a hint of blood, not just a smiggin, no, fricken covered in blood. I hurriedly got out first aid kit and gave her dad some neosporin, papertowels, and bandaids. And I have to hand it to this little girl, she didn't whine she didn't cry, but she stood there with the most horrified look on her face the entire time. I feel really bad because it obviously scared her but at the same time I had a really hard time from laughing at the look on her face. She didn't know how to react. "Will I lose my finger?" "Will I ever stop bleeding?" "Does it even hurt?" "Why and how am I bleeding?" This is the hillarious look on her face and I can see these questions in her eyes. As it turns out she was carrying an air filter for her dad and her fingers went through the plastic wrap and her finger got snagged on the metal wire inside and it cut her. Adorable little girl, but it was just to funny.
