Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Some Randomness

I have a few things to blog about today. I am trying my best to finish this chapter of Hybrid, but it's being a little... stubborn, shall we say? Saf and Thomas are refusing to get along and of course everything is happening at once. Yes, I'm a moron and I like to make things hard for myself. The image, for the record, is the closest I have managed to find of Damien. Seeing as my plot seems to be revolving around him at the moment, I figured a pic of 'him' would be appropriate.

It makes it especially hard when I don't have any music to fit the scene I'm trying to write. I kinda thrive on having music, so I'm getting some new stuff - Karnivool, Atticus, All That Remains, In Flames, Dance Gavin Dance and In This Moment. Oh, and Marilyn Manson.

I'm in a headbanging kinda mood, okay? :P

I also wanted to blog some Advice. Yes, Advice. With a capital A. It would be beneficial for you to Take Heed. *laughing manically*

Ok, so many people seem to think that the customer is always right. As a cashier, I just want to say this - GET OVER YOURSELVES. I can guarantee that an employee will know more than you about the store, so don't try to tell the poor cashier/salesperson how to do their job, mkay?

Another thing: don't scrunch money. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. That poor money pays your way in this world; show it some respect.

Do not under any circumstances try to go through a 15 items or less checkout with more than 15 items. My Cashier Ninjas will track you down and Hurt You.

Creepy Men: Yes, I smile at you. Yes, I make polite conversation. Yes, my name badge is conveniently located on my chest. No, you MAY NOT hit on me. I am paid to be nice to you - much like a prostitute, actually. Hm. Anyway. I am a sixteen year old girl and I am just trying to do my job. If you want to compliment me or find me attractive, that's fine. I don't care. Actually, I will thank you if you compliment me - it's a common courtesy. But that doesn't mean I return your misplaced interest. Go find some other poor girl to torment and leave me alone.

It is none of your business how much I get paid. So don't bother asking.

Yes, working at a grocery is pretty monotonous. No, this does not mean I am a moron.

Ask me how I deal with stupid questions. Go on, I dare you.

Chuck Norris has NOTHING on weary cashiers faced with annoying customers.

In summary: you are a customer. I am a cashier. I have been trained and am paid to do my job. You are not trained and paid to do my job. I know the store and its policies. You don't. I am right. You are not.

End of story. XD

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This made me giggle.

I will be nice to the cashiers from now on. *nods* I'll even stop untying their apron-thingys. *grin* See? You're a good influence on me. =P