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I had some woman wanting to pay her Coles Group Card with a cheque yesterday (at my place of employment, just in case that isn't clear).
A) Who the eff does that?
B) If doing that, who the eff does that in a regular check out line when there is clearly a big line up?
Getting over those two points, I've done cheques once or twice before, and only with supervisor help, because really, once or twice in the twoish years that I've worked there does not mean I know how to do it, and I'd rather get help than eff it up.
Well, it effed up anyway. Tegan came to help, and the computer refused to recognise the account type or something of the cheque. The lady got cranky, but it's not like we were refusing to take it because we hate her or anything, it just wasn't working. She kept saying stuff about how there was plenty of money in the account and such, but if the computer won't accept it, it just won't. Sorry.
She was literally my last customer, and I was glad to be out of there. Sorry for the people behind her, because it took AGES, and then I had to count out and Boy-who-may-be-called-Simon had to count on and THEN serve the next customer; but I was glad to be out.
Also, my desire to go to bed early last night was severely crushed by my lack of enthusiasm for anything, including moving. Prised myself off the couch at 9.30, trumped upstairs, had a shower, combed my hair and sat around before going to bed around 10.30. what? Goodbye early night.
Also, now I am meant to be working on this group orject thing that is due tomorrow. I have done not very much, but I'm finding it hard to concentrate because my head feels like it's filled with cotton wool. Ugh.
WHINE WHINE WHINE. Whine about the fact that I now apparently use "also" everytime I want to some something.
A) Who the eff does that?
B) If doing that, who the eff does that in a regular check out line when there is clearly a big line up?
Getting over those two points, I've done cheques once or twice before, and only with supervisor help, because really, once or twice in the twoish years that I've worked there does not mean I know how to do it, and I'd rather get help than eff it up.
Well, it effed up anyway. Tegan came to help, and the computer refused to recognise the account type or something of the cheque. The lady got cranky, but it's not like we were refusing to take it because we hate her or anything, it just wasn't working. She kept saying stuff about how there was plenty of money in the account and such, but if the computer won't accept it, it just won't. Sorry.
She was literally my last customer, and I was glad to be out of there. Sorry for the people behind her, because it took AGES, and then I had to count out and Boy-who-may-be-called-Simon had to count on and THEN serve the next customer; but I was glad to be out.
Also, my desire to go to bed early last night was severely crushed by my lack of enthusiasm for anything, including moving. Prised myself off the couch at 9.30, trumped upstairs, had a shower, combed my hair and sat around before going to bed around 10.30. what? Goodbye early night.
Also, now I am meant to be working on this group orject thing that is due tomorrow. I have done not very much, but I'm finding it hard to concentrate because my head feels like it's filled with cotton wool. Ugh.
WHINE WHINE WHINE. Whine about the fact that I now apparently use "also" everytime I want to some something.