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I slept for over twelve hours last night. Like seriously, I went to bed at seven cause I was tired and didn't get up until eight thirty this morning. It was weird. Of course, the last couple of days have been rather stressful.
Both days this weekend at least two people didn't show up for work. The morning baker being one, and the dude who does what used to be my job, only on weekends. I hope at least one of them gets fired, because they screwed things up for everyone else and we had to deal with the weekend rush behind and understaffed. Thanks a lot, guys. If Jue (the guy who does what used to be my job, only on weekends) got more hours I'd totally go to Evan and be like 'if you decide to finally fire Jue's ass because he's a lazy dickhead who doesn't show up to work, give me his job cause then you wouldn't have to train anyone! :D' Only I'd be more polite and wouldn't swear.
Both days this weekend at least two people didn't show up for work. The morning baker being one, and the dude who does what used to be my job, only on weekends. I hope at least one of them gets fired, because they screwed things up for everyone else and we had to deal with the weekend rush behind and understaffed. Thanks a lot, guys. If Jue (the guy who does what used to be my job, only on weekends) got more hours I'd totally go to Evan and be like 'if you decide to finally fire Jue's ass because he's a lazy dickhead who doesn't show up to work, give me his job cause then you wouldn't have to train anyone! :D' Only I'd be more polite and wouldn't swear.
Story #1
Customer: Do you have any fresh cookies in the back?
Me: No, I'm sorry. We only make fresh cookies on Mondays and Tuesdays.
Customer: Yes, but I don't like old cookies. Do you have some fresh cookies?
Me: I'm sorry. We only make cookies on Mondays and Tuesdays. Today's a Saturday. We don't have any. All our freshest cookies are on the table right now.
Customer: I don't like old cookies.
Me: um. ok. *leaves*
Story #2
Customer: Do you have any bulk kaiser buns?
Me: Let me check. *does so*
Customer: *walks into the bakery* Those ones there.
Me: I'm sorry, you're not allowed in here.
Customer: *looks pissed off*
Me: These ones?
Customer: No, the other kaiser buns.
Me: You mean the italian buns?
Customer: Yes. The ones I was pointing to.
Me: I'm afraid I can't put those out right now. They just came out of the oven and they're too hot. Can you wait fifteen minutes?
Customer: *looks at her watch. Looks even more pissed off* I need them now.
Me: Well, ok. Fine. I can put them in a bag for you.
Customer:...can you put them in a paper bag. Like the ones you put the bread in?
Me: Like the french bread?
Customer: Yeah.
Me: ok...How many do you need?
Customer: ten.
Me: *starts putting them in a paper bag*
Customer: uh, excuse me? Can you use tongs? I don't want you touching those with your hands.
Me: sure.Because that's why I wash my hands twenty times a day. So they're too dirty to touch your goddamn buns with.*gets tongs*
Customer: I don't want those anymore. You touched them. I want new ones.
Me: uhm. Ok. whatever. *goes to get a new bag*
Customer: oh, never mind. *leaves in a huff*
Apparently she went off and dumped a bag of 24 Italian in the showcase and took those instead. None of my coworkers had the heart to tell her that I'd packed every one of those bags and that it's against store policy to wear gloves in the back. So every single bun she took had been touched by my bare hands. (gasp!) She also went and complained about my 'bad attitude' to my supervisor, who then gave me a talk about it. I didn't say I was sorry, 'cause I wasn't. I don't mind customers who are stupid, or just don't know where things are or whatever. But if you start treating me like I'm some piece of shit that has nothing better to do than follow your orders when you change your mind ever five seconds and that it's a personal insult to you that whatever you want isn't on the shelf when you walk up on the fucking weekend when we're behind and short two people, maybe I might get a little angry. Maybe I might want to tell you to shove your fucking Italian buns up your fucking ass and maybe you should be at least grateful that I didn't say that and that I tried to help you when I was really really busy to begin with.
I'm hoping that she's so angry at me and my bad attitude that she'll never come back. Because no one will notice. Or care. Ah retail.
Other than that, life is great. My job's not bad either. Just occasional stupid people.
Customer: Do you have any fresh cookies in the back?
Me: No, I'm sorry. We only make fresh cookies on Mondays and Tuesdays.
Customer: Yes, but I don't like old cookies. Do you have some fresh cookies?
Me: I'm sorry. We only make cookies on Mondays and Tuesdays. Today's a Saturday. We don't have any. All our freshest cookies are on the table right now.
Customer: I don't like old cookies.
Me: um. ok. *leaves*
Story #2
Customer: Do you have any bulk kaiser buns?
Me: Let me check. *does so*
Customer: *walks into the bakery* Those ones there.
Me: I'm sorry, you're not allowed in here.
Customer: *looks pissed off*
Me: These ones?
Customer: No, the other kaiser buns.
Me: You mean the italian buns?
Customer: Yes. The ones I was pointing to.
Me: I'm afraid I can't put those out right now. They just came out of the oven and they're too hot. Can you wait fifteen minutes?
Customer: *looks at her watch. Looks even more pissed off* I need them now.
Me: Well, ok. Fine. I can put them in a bag for you.
Customer:...can you put them in a paper bag. Like the ones you put the bread in?
Me: Like the french bread?
Customer: Yeah.
Me: ok...How many do you need?
Customer: ten.
Me: *starts putting them in a paper bag*
Customer: uh, excuse me? Can you use tongs? I don't want you touching those with your hands.
Me: sure.
Customer: I don't want those anymore. You touched them. I want new ones.
Me: uhm. Ok. whatever. *goes to get a new bag*
Customer: oh, never mind. *leaves in a huff*
Apparently she went off and dumped a bag of 24 Italian in the showcase and took those instead. None of my coworkers had the heart to tell her that I'd packed every one of those bags and that it's against store policy to wear gloves in the back. So every single bun she took had been touched by my bare hands. (gasp!) She also went and complained about my 'bad attitude' to my supervisor, who then gave me a talk about it. I didn't say I was sorry, 'cause I wasn't. I don't mind customers who are stupid, or just don't know where things are or whatever. But if you start treating me like I'm some piece of shit that has nothing better to do than follow your orders when you change your mind ever five seconds and that it's a personal insult to you that whatever you want isn't on the shelf when you walk up on the fucking weekend when we're behind and short two people, maybe I might get a little angry. Maybe I might want to tell you to shove your fucking Italian buns up your fucking ass and maybe you should be at least grateful that I didn't say that and that I tried to help you when I was really really busy to begin with.
I'm hoping that she's so angry at me and my bad attitude that she'll never come back. Because no one will notice. Or care. Ah retail.
Other than that, life is great. My job's not bad either. Just occasional stupid people.
