A person comes in and says,
“I don’t know how much this is going to be on number four. I’ll give you fifty dollars.”
“Ok,” I say, “You know you can always come in for change right? You don’t have to have the amount exact. I have to give you the money back if you don’t pump the gas.”
“I don’t know how much it’s going to be.”
I slam my head against the counter.
This is so funny
Now that so many people have found part time jobs as well as working at the gas station
There’s no one to take the daytime person’s hours.
She was pretty upset and said she might quit.
I am trying to cover her hours, but working so many jobs has me like double booked.
Basically I’ll change my availability for more hours/money.
But she needs the money too.
And we’ve both had to deal with pay/hour cuts because of our bosses being jerks and claiming that they’re paying us too much.
This is an interesting experience because we’re a somewhat collective workplace that makes our own decisions and schedules.
I don’t think we need an authority in here MAKING someone work or not work.
But hiring someone simply to work a couple of hours for two days would be so silly.
Maybe I’ll just ask a friend on facebook or something if they want a few extra bucks?
I do all the shit I can’t do because I work so much
Like clean my room
Play guitar for a hot minute
Request Off for Work
And help my grandmother do things
I miss lazy mornings
Waking up slow
And taking care of myself.
Oh and I need to send in this jury duty stuff. It’s way overdue. O.O
Tonight the cashier turns to me
“You’re really nice to everyone that comes in here, you know so much about the products, and you’re genuinely excited. I admire you, how do you do it?”
“I write a blog about how much I fucking hate everyone in all the jobs that I work.”
She thought I was kidding.
Hey, you're getting young thai coconuts! You're the only other person I've ever seen get these besides me!
They're my favorite! It's such a treat
And you get a discount here. You're mother must love you for that!
*later in the conversation*
Do you have a girlfriend? You're such a nice guy!
*customer pays and leaves. The other cashier turns to me*
She was asking you some pretty personal questions
How do I tell her that my mom's dead and I'm gay? haha
It’s the summer so all the kids are home from college
And the grocery store where I work, all the peoples kids are there too.
They always come by with their faces connected to their iPhones and it always makes me laugh.
A lot of them will sit there, and watch me as I bag their parents four hundred dollar grocery orders.
Their parents watch too.
The other day some kid said something like,
“Omg this food is gonna look so good i’m gonna have to post it on Tumblr….”
“Oh you have a tumblr? What’s it about?… wait… don’t tell me it’s mostly Dr. Who related?”
“Well,” they said, “It is! But I post other stuff too!”
Now, of course I just started watching Dr. Who…
Soon the Dr. Who virus will turn my blog into a fan blog.
Now that my boss makes me close at like 10pm instead of 11pm.
It sucks because all the people who used to come in from ten to eleven come in at 9:45.
I don’t want to cash a thousand lottery tickets
I’m trying to go home!
Leave me alone!
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Today, I get into the gas station;
And a kid who’s probably like 19 gives me a folded up 20 dollar bill.
Not in half but like in quarters, and it’s all creased up. Not to mention, the creases weren’t even at all.
I just said to him,
“Hey. I’m not trying to be an asshole here. But I’m just curious have you ever worked retail before?”
“Yeah I worked for 2 years as a cashier.”
I’m a little shocked haha. But I quickly retorted with
“Have you ever had a customer give you dollar bills that were all folded up?”
And he replies,
“Actually, No, I don’t remember that ever happening.”
And I said,
“It’s a little frustrating. What if I handed you your 11.95 like this?”
I fold the bills up into quarter sections and crease them.
“Would you be cool with me handing you your change like that?”
“Oh. I get what you mean now…”
today I learned at work that apparently cut-offs are not appropriate attire.