Customers suck.
Mar. 19th, 2006 04:04 pmDear customers.
You are informed that the price is $17.83. Which of the following responses is correct?
A. Hand over a $20/$50 note and wait for your damn change.
B. Hesitate with $20 held out. Look indecisive. Say 'oh I can give you the 83c if that will help.' Proceed to root around in your pocket/wallet/ear and slowly, painfully come up with 85c. Preferably in 5c pieces. For bonus points, be 5 or 10c short and then just look hopefully at your cashier.
FYI - YOU ARE NOT HELPING. YOU ARE A FUCKING PAIN IN THE ARSE. Especially when there are six pissed off customers behind you. AT LEAST FOUR OF WHOM WILL PULL THE SAME FUCKING STUNT.
Yours, with NO LOVE.
Me.
So yesterday was yet another painfully fucked Saturday shift. Luckily for everyone I was too knackered after I got home, showered and checked my flist, to do anything except go to bed. What IS IT about Saturdays that fuck me over?
Except whenever I do rant about how much my shift sucks, invariably there will be a post from
doctor_k_ that will involve shoes covered in blood and vomit, or car bombs or something, and then I feel a bit silly...
Also, the next person who comes in at 8pm at night and demands ' THIRTY CHICKENS RIGHT NOW CUT IN TINY PIECES OMG' - I will stab with a fork.
That is all.
You are informed that the price is $17.83. Which of the following responses is correct?
A. Hand over a $20/$50 note and wait for your damn change.
B. Hesitate with $20 held out. Look indecisive. Say 'oh I can give you the 83c if that will help.' Proceed to root around in your pocket/wallet/ear and slowly, painfully come up with 85c. Preferably in 5c pieces. For bonus points, be 5 or 10c short and then just look hopefully at your cashier.
FYI - YOU ARE NOT HELPING. YOU ARE A FUCKING PAIN IN THE ARSE. Especially when there are six pissed off customers behind you. AT LEAST FOUR OF WHOM WILL PULL THE SAME FUCKING STUNT.
Yours, with NO LOVE.
Me.
So yesterday was yet another painfully fucked Saturday shift. Luckily for everyone I was too knackered after I got home, showered and checked my flist, to do anything except go to bed. What IS IT about Saturdays that fuck me over?
Except whenever I do rant about how much my shift sucks, invariably there will be a post from
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Also, the next person who comes in at 8pm at night and demands ' THIRTY CHICKENS RIGHT NOW CUT IN TINY PIECES OMG' - I will stab with a fork.
That is all.