So Much Fun

Working with Sara was fun, as I expected. We didn't have a lot of rude people, but there were some. Let's begin:

Supposedly the operator did a page for a woman to go to a certain lane. I didn't hear/acknowledge it, and no one else did either. Well, the lady that got paged storms up to Guest Service and yells, "What do you want?" She tells me that someone paged her, and she thought she was supposed to come to GS. I told her the only page that I did recently was for a group of people standing 3 feet away. I asked if she knew them, and she said no. I told her I didn't know what was going on. She walks away saying, "Oh, thanks for you help. I'll just figure it out for myself," in a sarcastic tone. Sara said something funny although I can't remember what exactly she said. Well, then we get a call from electronics, and the woman was over there bitching. She wanted to know why I sent her over there. Excuse me? I didn't fucking tell you to go anywhere! Then electronics called for a manager. I guess she was complaining against us. The manager tried to get a hold of the operator to see what lane had paged her. She didn't remember because it was really fucking busy. I don't know what happened to her, but I could really care less.

Then there was this old guy that was returning something with a gift receipt. The gift receipt was almost expired and it was all yellow and wrinkly. So I do the return, and I told him he would get a gift card back. (If you use a gift receipt to return, you get a gift card.) He was pissing and moaning that he only makes it down here every 3 months (CANADIAN ALERT!) and he wanted cash back. I told him that the only option I have is to issue a gift card. He then tells me that this doesn't want to make him shop at Target anymore. Ok, great, I really don't care. So, Mary helps me to explain that he will get a gift card, and it never expires or loses it's value. After telling him this 5 million times, he finally agrees. Jesus fucking Christ, it wasn't his in the first place, it was a gift to him, so why would he expect cash back!? It's not his money to have!

Then, a woman came up to GS, and asked for the general store manager's name and number. I gave her the name , and the store's number as there was no direct line to reach him at the store. So she leaves, and Sandy comes up from Jewelry. She asks me what that woman wanted, and I told her. She then tells me the story. The woman wanted to have her watch resized. That's ok as it was bought from Target. She asks Sandy before she begins, "Can you guarantee that you will not scratch my watch while doing this?" Sandy obviously says no, she can't guarantee anything. The woman said, "Then give me back my watch! You will not be touching it!" And that's when she came over to me. Good luck with the general store manager! I can't believe this woman was so fucking bitchy! Jesus Christ! Does she want us to guarantee that she won't ever fucking die!? Shit happens. It's not like she's going to intentionally scratch the shit outta your watch, even though now she has reason to.

It has not been this busy since Christmas. It was awful. When Sara got to work she said, "I didn't know we moved to Canada." I asked waht she was talking about, and she said, "It sure looks like we're in Canada from looking at the parking lot." Pretty much all Canadian licensce plates. The fitting room is always a mess when the fucking Canucks come down. They take pretty much everything to try on, only to decide on nothing. They pick shit up, and leave it somewhere else two feet away. Everyone in the store was cursing Canadians.

When it came time to close, like usual, the store was trashed. I was sent to zone miniseasonal, the place with all the candy and Easter shit, and it was the worst department in the store. You couldn't zone more than 3 feet without finding an armload of stuff that didn't belong. Then there were some things that people were just to lazy to put back. For example, a multipack of gum was laying on the shelf RIGHT BELOW where the peg was to hold it. Is it too fucking hard to put it back!? I swear to God, I hate when people do that. We ended up filling an entire cart full of crap only halfway thru zoning. We also have a wall of Jelly Belly jellybeans, and there were SO MANY bags full of shit. And obviously we can't put these back because they have been mixed. But I think there was about 10 pounds of Jelly Bellys just sitting there. People just love to fill them up, only just to leave them there. People don't fucking realize this is part of why prices are "so high," if you make a fucking mess in the store, the store has to pay people (like me) to clean it up. If people put shit back where they found it, prices would be more likely to go down.

I don't work today, but I've already been asked to. And I've been called. NO! I need to study for upcoming tests! So, I better get to it. Next time I work is Thursday cashiering 5-930, so I probably won't be back until after that shift. Have a good rest of the weekend!