Need to do some serious ventage. I'm stressed, another long ass day at work. But not that even so much as I'm so stressed over my boyfriends grandparents. They won't lay off me!!! I try my damnedest to be essentially the perfect 18 year old "housewife" while still going to school and holding down a job. Is that ever good enough for them? Hell no. They tell random people shit about me, that I'm a lazy worthless {{shiftless I believe they used once}} ho who isn't worthy of their grandson. The same grandson they call a dumb shit and tell on a daily basis how worthless he is. Who tell him that his dream of owning his own computer business is essentially asinine and that he'd be better off getting a job at Corning {{where one little screw up would lead to a total blackball in all the surrounding areas}} or Dresser Rand {{where every single person who's ever worked there has turned into a total asshole after time}} which he isn't interested in at all.
And then they demand I pay the electric bill. Which is his job because that's how we've arranged things, and I have a $181 car insurance to pay at the end of every month which eats all my money. Asshole.
Bottom line, I hate his effin grandparents.
ncpanthersgurl
The Rants of an Angry Cashier
So tonight I need to rant. To rant all about customers that I deal with on a daily basis. Lets start. =]
~The receipt; it belongs in the printer until such time as I'm ready to give it to you. It's a security risk for you to take it, as well as being extremely rude. God damn, if it's store property {{such as the registers, printers, the deactivating wand, etc.}} don't friggin touch it! You don't know what you're doing, I've been trained to use these machines. I can't even count how many people have effed up my machines touching buttons they shouldn't be touching in the first place. But that's my second rant.
~When you're at my register, I turn to tend the monitor away from the customer's line of vision for a reason. It's not an invitation for you to come behind my counter. You will NOT understand the items on the receipt 3/4 of the time, and that's what's on my screen. If you want to check the price, look on the pin pad. It's there for a reason. It's also a way of me trying to deter you from punching buttons. I've had customers who thought they knew the system punch buttons on my screen. I ended up needing a void because they totaled the sale as a cash tender; and they were going to pay with a credit card. THEN they get angry because they have to wait for the void. Don't touch the effin equipment!
~Which brings me to my next point. I know my job, and I know how to do it well. You may disagree with what I say, but I'm simply following store policy. You have to accept that. Ask for a manager if you want, but he/she is going to tell you the exact same thing. Unless you get a sap who wants to avoid further conflict and'll let you get away with that bs. If you wish me to make your transaction tax exempt tell me. Don't walk me through it step by step or tell me what "the other cashiers normally do". Believe it or not, in my particular store, I am one of the BEST cashiers you can get. {{Or so I've been told by my boss}}. More or less I know my shit. Don't tell me how to do my job, I know I wouldn't do that to you.
~Okay look, I may be an 18 year old cashier in a hardware store, but I am not a "good girl". I am not, or nor have I ever been, a dog, so why are you calling me this? If you think I'm pretty or beautiful, fine, but keep it to yourself. I am not interested. I'm there to do my job, and it's irritating to me when people say things like that, I'll be honest, unless they're a friend or relation.
~When I'm standing in front of the Self Checkout registers, it doesn't mean I'm "bored" or "need to be put to work". It means I'm doing my job. Please note they are called Self Checkouts. This is for a reason, I'm there to monitor. And if I've been working from 6am and it's now like 2, the last thing I want to hear is "Here, I'll put you to work since you're just standing there." or "Oh you're not working, you can do this." I am working; and to be honest, at the Self Checkouts store policy says I'm NOT supposed to check people out. My sole focus is supposed to be ensuring quick and accurate transactions on the self checkout registers. Again, I know my job.
~When you ask me for help and I'm perfectly accommodating, I'm sure you appreciate it. But if one of the other cashiers angers you and you ask me to call a manager, do NOT start in on a bitch fest because the manager, as well as all the cashiers and the store associate who helped you were all female. Just because we're females does not mean we can't smoothly operate a god damn hardware store. And yeah, there's still men working there. If you demand male assistance, find the shit yourself.
~Be aware that when you come in at 6am in the morning, I obviously haven't done many transactions. Do not go over to hardware, find an $.08 washer, and pay me a hundred dollar bill. You will wipe out my drawer, and probably $40+ will be in all ones. If you don't like that, go to the bank. I am NOT a bank, do not break your bills with me.
~If I tell you the wrong location for something, don't come back and yell at me from across the store. We all make mistakes and maybe you should consider the fact that maybe inventory is CONSTANTLY moving around departments and shelves. What's worse is that in the case I'm thinking of, I called a store associate. So why are you yelling at me when it's not my sole mistake? grr.
Alright enough for tonight. It's almost midnight, haha.
~The receipt; it belongs in the printer until such time as I'm ready to give it to you. It's a security risk for you to take it, as well as being extremely rude. God damn, if it's store property {{such as the registers, printers, the deactivating wand, etc.}} don't friggin touch it! You don't know what you're doing, I've been trained to use these machines. I can't even count how many people have effed up my machines touching buttons they shouldn't be touching in the first place. But that's my second rant.
~When you're at my register, I turn to tend the monitor away from the customer's line of vision for a reason. It's not an invitation for you to come behind my counter. You will NOT understand the items on the receipt 3/4 of the time, and that's what's on my screen. If you want to check the price, look on the pin pad. It's there for a reason. It's also a way of me trying to deter you from punching buttons. I've had customers who thought they knew the system punch buttons on my screen. I ended up needing a void because they totaled the sale as a cash tender; and they were going to pay with a credit card. THEN they get angry because they have to wait for the void. Don't touch the effin equipment!
~Which brings me to my next point. I know my job, and I know how to do it well. You may disagree with what I say, but I'm simply following store policy. You have to accept that. Ask for a manager if you want, but he/she is going to tell you the exact same thing. Unless you get a sap who wants to avoid further conflict and'll let you get away with that bs. If you wish me to make your transaction tax exempt tell me. Don't walk me through it step by step or tell me what "the other cashiers normally do". Believe it or not, in my particular store, I am one of the BEST cashiers you can get. {{Or so I've been told by my boss}}. More or less I know my shit. Don't tell me how to do my job, I know I wouldn't do that to you.
~Okay look, I may be an 18 year old cashier in a hardware store, but I am not a "good girl". I am not, or nor have I ever been, a dog, so why are you calling me this? If you think I'm pretty or beautiful, fine, but keep it to yourself. I am not interested. I'm there to do my job, and it's irritating to me when people say things like that, I'll be honest, unless they're a friend or relation.
~When I'm standing in front of the Self Checkout registers, it doesn't mean I'm "bored" or "need to be put to work". It means I'm doing my job. Please note they are called Self Checkouts. This is for a reason, I'm there to monitor. And if I've been working from 6am and it's now like 2, the last thing I want to hear is "Here, I'll put you to work since you're just standing there." or "Oh you're not working, you can do this." I am working; and to be honest, at the Self Checkouts store policy says I'm NOT supposed to check people out. My sole focus is supposed to be ensuring quick and accurate transactions on the self checkout registers. Again, I know my job.
~When you ask me for help and I'm perfectly accommodating, I'm sure you appreciate it. But if one of the other cashiers angers you and you ask me to call a manager, do NOT start in on a bitch fest because the manager, as well as all the cashiers and the store associate who helped you were all female. Just because we're females does not mean we can't smoothly operate a god damn hardware store. And yeah, there's still men working there. If you demand male assistance, find the shit yourself.
~Be aware that when you come in at 6am in the morning, I obviously haven't done many transactions. Do not go over to hardware, find an $.08 washer, and pay me a hundred dollar bill. You will wipe out my drawer, and probably $40+ will be in all ones. If you don't like that, go to the bank. I am NOT a bank, do not break your bills with me.
~If I tell you the wrong location for something, don't come back and yell at me from across the store. We all make mistakes and maybe you should consider the fact that maybe inventory is CONSTANTLY moving around departments and shelves. What's worse is that in the case I'm thinking of, I called a store associate. So why are you yelling at me when it's not my sole mistake? grr.
Alright enough for tonight. It's almost midnight, haha.
No Probings - Mind Probe
Realizations
Standing behind my counter at work yesterday, helping customers, I realized how extremely stupid most of our customers really are. Simple things, like knowing the difference between "accept" and "clear" are beyond their grasp. Following the basic definitions, you should know that when you hit clear, something is going to be cleared, or canceled. But they hit the button and get peeved at me that they hit it and have to resign. Customers really don't think of the most simple things, it's so irritating. I'm not saying I'm one hundred percent brilliant. But how many times have you slid a credit card; and tryed to force the side with the protruding text through the slot? If it's sticking, wouldn't that be an indication that it doesn't go there, and perhaps you're doing it wrong? Instead of trying again and again at trying to shove it through?
Odd people.
Meanwhile as Father's Day draws closer it really hits home that I don't have a father. It's mildly depressing I suppose, thinking that there's no one I can call dad, no one who's ever been there like a father for me. I've been having nonstop nightmares every night for ohh...the last week...They're all similar, all revisits to the verbal and {{minor}} physical abuse that occurred on a daily basis at my "stepfather's" hand. Eric knows what I went through, he understands why I have the nightmares...but I still feel horrible when my kicking and tossing at night wakes him, and he's up at 5am in the morning for work. They're making me sick too, physically sick. I haven't kept down like any food in three days...and as Father's Day draws nearer the worse it gets...I'm hoping I'll get over these dreams soon; they're so draining, physically and mentally.
I'm out for now, though I'm sure you appreciate the depressing look into my present mind, haha.
~TJD
Odd people.
Meanwhile as Father's Day draws closer it really hits home that I don't have a father. It's mildly depressing I suppose, thinking that there's no one I can call dad, no one who's ever been there like a father for me. I've been having nonstop nightmares every night for ohh...the last week...They're all similar, all revisits to the verbal and {{minor}} physical abuse that occurred on a daily basis at my "stepfather's" hand. Eric knows what I went through, he understands why I have the nightmares...but I still feel horrible when my kicking and tossing at night wakes him, and he's up at 5am in the morning for work. They're making me sick too, physically sick. I haven't kept down like any food in three days...and as Father's Day draws nearer the worse it gets...I'm hoping I'll get over these dreams soon; they're so draining, physically and mentally.
I'm out for now, though I'm sure you appreciate the depressing look into my present mind, haha.
~TJD
No Probings - Mind Probe
college Ehhh... What do you say when you don't know what's going on with your life? You think you know what's going on and you think your life might finally be getting on track but you're never sure.
My life is straightening out, though it's sad that college coming to its end is the largest reason. I can't wait to pick up more hours at work, to just work and work. Earn money, get a bank account again. Technically I have one. But I have less than $5 in there; that counts for little. Maybe I could finally get my car fixed...the knocking struts drive me insane and if I leave it much longer the volume of the radio won't be able to mask it.
But I'm slowly learning how to outsmart the demonic challenges that Eric's family throws at me. His grandmother is set to hating me, that shan't change anytime soon. If it's wrong I did it, even if I'm not involved in any way. It's frustrating, but oh well.
And I saw my bff/brother Matt for the first time in a long time at the end of March. I went to a Modern Prometheus practice {{which was beyond the shiznit with Andy and Brad's amazing epic song}} and invited him to my chorus concert. He said "hellz yeah", lol, and came; to also help celebrate my mom's birthday since she hadn't seen him since Thanksgiving. I thought she was going to cry, haha.
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I can't wait for summer. I just want to see my friends again. Even the annoying ones, oh my gosh the relief of just....having them around. My friend, the one who's home but always with his fiance, has been contacting me more lately. He stayed the night up here with his fiance a few weeks ago. It was fun. And he's been in touch on and off since-so at least I've slowly been rebuilding my social life. And hoping it to continue as such as my friends come home. May is still on with my vampire fiance; she's the shiznit too I must admit, haha.
Well I leave this at a close. For now at least, I leave you optimistically.
My life is straightening out, though it's sad that college coming to its end is the largest reason. I can't wait to pick up more hours at work, to just work and work. Earn money, get a bank account again. Technically I have one. But I have less than $5 in there; that counts for little. Maybe I could finally get my car fixed...the knocking struts drive me insane and if I leave it much longer the volume of the radio won't be able to mask it.
But I'm slowly learning how to outsmart the demonic challenges that Eric's family throws at me. His grandmother is set to hating me, that shan't change anytime soon. If it's wrong I did it, even if I'm not involved in any way. It's frustrating, but oh well.
And I saw my bff/brother Matt for the first time in a long time at the end of March. I went to a Modern Prometheus practice {{which was beyond the shiznit with Andy and Brad's amazing epic song}} and invited him to my chorus concert. He said "hellz yeah", lol, and came; to also help celebrate my mom's birthday since she hadn't seen him since Thanksgiving. I thought she was going to cry, haha.
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I can't wait for summer. I just want to see my friends again. Even the annoying ones, oh my gosh the relief of just....having them around. My friend, the one who's home but always with his fiance, has been contacting me more lately. He stayed the night up here with his fiance a few weeks ago. It was fun. And he's been in touch on and off since-so at least I've slowly been rebuilding my social life. And hoping it to continue as such as my friends come home. May is still on with my vampire fiance; she's the shiznit too I must admit, haha.
Well I leave this at a close. For now at least, I leave you optimistically.
No Probings - Mind Probe
Hmm...
I just feel so...ugly today. In the literal, physical sense...the emotional sense...just everyway a person can feel ugly and hideous and horrible...it's just been a very bad day, one of the worst kind.
And I can't believe what happened to my friend at work...I feel SO horrible for him...his mother is diagnosed with cancer, he catches his fiance doing stuff she probably shouldn't have, and then she leaves him...for no good reason I'm sure. And he's leaving work; transferring to another location further south so he can take care of his mother.
I'm so sad...and depressive...and lonely...and ugly... *sigh*
And I can't believe what happened to my friend at work...I feel SO horrible for him...his mother is diagnosed with cancer, he catches his fiance doing stuff she probably shouldn't have, and then she leaves him...for no good reason I'm sure. And he's leaving work; transferring to another location further south so he can take care of his mother.
I'm so sad...and depressive...and lonely...and ugly... *sigh*
No Probings - Mind Probe
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