When I got to work Mrs. Late Guy was pissed, she had just mopped the floor when a guy got a full Slushie, and dropped it. And of course the place was full of people who had to walk through the mess and track it all over. So she quickly remopped but with sticky crap it takes at least three passes and she only got two in. So I spot mopped the rest of the night. Seriously, get a grip and put the lid on tight.
Some guy came in and was bitching that there wasn't any prices on anything. Well, they change too fast to go around redoing them every week. He claimed "That's how they get you". Well here's an idea, fuck all the way off and go to McDonalds where they put the price on the big sign behind the counter.
I really lost my temper today. Sometimes the register refuses to process a card and gives you an error message about "can't process monetary amount", I think it has something to do with the EBT they installed a few months ago. Anyhow the first time it happened I tried to find out how to fix it but the guy got frustrated and paid cash. I asked the people on the over shifts about it and they said push the "More" button and you'll see another button that says "Convert". So the second time it happened I pushed the "More" button and all it showed me was the EBT choices. This guy also paid cash. Again, I asked everyone about it and they once again told me what to do, but never showed me anything. Today the guy got $129.00 worth of gas and didn't have the cash, he had to pay credit. I did what they said and nothing. I called the Late Guy and he told me the exact same thing, nothing. He was sending Mrs. Late Guy but who knew when she would show up. So finally I rang it up a Non Grocery for his card and then rang out the pump under Cash. Later I ran out a refund on the Non Grocery. The Boss is going to complain but I don't care, if there is a problem they Need To Tell People How To Work Around It!!!!! Anyhow Mrs. Late Guy showed up and actually showed me the secret button, which had nothing to do with the More button. They could have shown me the first time I asked but nooooooo! But I patted myself on the back, even though I wanted to curse and tell her off I maintained and blamed the computer.
And, thank goodness Mrs. Late Guy showed up, a trucker came in with a fleet card, but the equipment needed to run it broke down and they didn't replace it, so you have to call it in. However the phone decided to not work at that exact moment. All I got was a message that the circuits were busy and couldn't connect. And of course I got a line of customers right then. Mrs. Late Guy volunteered to use her cell and get the info while I waited on everyone. Thankfully the call went through, she got the information and the truck driver was on his way.
I found a sticky patch on the floor and since the place was empty I figured I would clean it up really quick. I touched the mop handle and, a crowd came rushing in. They know, they can sense that I'm going to do something. But if I pretended I was going to do work to get a crowd the place would be empty.
A woman came in, she was looking for "24 Hour Energy". Ummm....we don't sell anything like that, try the guy hanging out on Beggar's Corner, he might be able to hook you up. Anyhow I figured she was looking for 5 Hour Energy and pointed to where the rack was.
I was laughing because I looked across the street and the Random Woman had a large bus. It appeared to be a college team which means her restrooms would be swamped and a mess. Better her than me.
I went in the ladies room and there was a puddle around one of the toilets and a trial out to the sink. I'm hoping someone was washing off the seat before they sat down as opposed to having really lousy aim.
I was stocking the shelves and I got out the box of the individual packs of pills. Inside the box was a chunk of a broken shot glass. How long had it been in there? Who broke a glass and didn't look for all the pieces? Honestly. I considered taking the chunk and throwing it in the bottom of the outside trash bag so it would cut through when someone tried to dump it, but I didn't, instead I walked it out to the dumpster and chucked it in there. You're welcome everyone else who works at the Truck Stop.
The Storyteller Guy came in but I had a mob of people so he got his coffee, told me about his broken down car (again) and his dog (again) and then left. Maybe he'll come in on Monday and it will be slow so he can tell me a whole story, perhaps the time he was working for the railroad and...
Skippy is back, this is a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is I don't think he likes me and he was shocked to discover all his pals are gone, so perhaps he won't be coming around at night. I mean he wandered around, pretended to do some stuff and left, whereas the Boss hangs around, talks about stuff and watches videos on his phone, at a high volume. However the bad thing is it means they aren't going to hire new people to replace the ones they fired. It means on Memorial Day I'm gonna be swamped and working solo. If only I could hit the lottery before then.
A truck driver called to see if we were a Flying J or a Pilot. Bad news dude, there isn't one within a 100 miles. Also, there is this new thing called "Google", you can access it from your phone and get directions to the place you are looking for. Another guy called and said the web said we had a restaurant, I think he got the wrong place.
The Graveyard shift showed up early, I got out of my drawer early and left on time for a change. A crappy day ended on a positive note.
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