When I contemplate changing jobs. Old posts from Facebook remind me I’ve had worse.

DUMBASS OF THE NIGHT:

I decided that after every shift I work. I am going to post the highlight of my night. I want it to be documented. So, it will come to no surprise when I officially loose my mother fucking mind. So, tonight’s winner is the woman who should purchase hooked on phonics before she decides to school me on how to read a sale tag.

First of all, I have these 2 charming ladies(note the sarcasm). Now, as I’m checking out the first one. The second one is opening up the package of pull ups and examining them. First of all lady. I don’t know where you come from. But you don’t just start ripping open packages to examine the merchandise. Most people pay for the shit first. But since you are special and I’ve already had my fill of dumbasses for the night. I will be willing to let that slide. So, why I check out your friend. I have to listen to you bitch about how these aren’t going to fit your precious’s sons ass. How are these possibly a small? I’m sorry did I miss the part where your son is doing the photo shoot with them on? Because who the hell cares what they look like. Or how they are going to fit. These look like briefs but are pull ups. For just in case he forgets to get up and use the bathroom. If he still pisses during the night maybe you should consider a package of damn diapers. But what do I know. I’m only the stupid cashier.

So, eventually it’s this wonderful lady’s turn to check out. So, I scan her items and tell her the total. “Oh, you charged me wrong”. Is she blind? Did I manually type in all these prices. No, I scanned them. And the prices are determined by corporate. Not by the peon worker. Trust me if I determined the prices. Your nasty attitude would be paying double. So, I go into friendly customer service mode(inside I’m seething). “I’m sorry what didn’t ring up right?” “The pull ups!”(duh what the hell was I thinking. I should have just known that. I don’t know why that would have been so heard for me to know. It’s not like all that other shit counted) They are suppose to be buy 1 get 1 free!” I look at my monitor. It shows up buy one get one half off. I turn the monitor so she can see it. Well, that was a wrong move. “oh, no! It was right there on the sale sign buy one get one free”. So, I politely look in the ad. Because maybe it’s tomorrow’s ad. But still don’t find it. “I read your sale tag! Come on. I’m going to show you so you can fix it”. Sure let me just leave my register. Screw the other customers. So, she starts walking off. So, I follow that lady. I’ve learned that there’s no point in reasoning with these people. So, I get over there. And she’s starts pointing to the sign “Now tell me what it says?” I look at the sign. Up top there is small print that says buy one get one. Then, right under that( in very large print I might add) it says 50% off. So, I share that with her. She looks at me like I’m stupid. Then, points to the sticker again….”Buy one get one”. Yes, but right under it. It says 50% off. NO! It says buy one get one. Lady get your damn eyes examined. It does say buy one get one. But read below that. Besides there’s no damn free anywhere on that damn tag. Her response:”That’s misleading. I didn’t even see that”. Are you serious? Are you fricking serious? That part is in huge letters. Were talking as big as the Hollywood sign. Someone kill me.

After, she huffs back to the register after her failed schooling to me. She proceeds to hand me the coupons out of the bag she ripped open before paying. Because for some reason I owed her. Really? It’s people like you, that make me think I should be able to claim alcohol as a work expense. Because after dealing with the geniuses of the world. I have to go home and drown myself in beer. And do you think she could at least apologize to the guy waiting behind her in line. Oh, hell no. The audacity of people is mind blowing!