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My first real night working at Target was last night. It's a pretty pathetically simply job, which is kind of nice since I'm going there straight from a job that requires actual brain cells. I spent about an hour and a half with the training manual at a register going through it and doing all the things it says to do. But really, you don't need the manual for anything other than a guide to remind you to learn how to do everything, because anything you need to do is shown on the computer screen. An older lady training at the register behind me kept whispering over "We have to do this entire book?" or "What about this part?" Look lady, the only thing you don't need to know how to do is WIC because we aren't a Super Target. Ok?
Anyway, did that, then got put on a real register with a girl that looks EXACTLY like my old roommate Laura (even same smile and body movements. So weird) for about fifteen minutes, and then they left me to it for the last couple of hours.
It's definitely a job that requires muscle memory instead of thinking, so once you get that down, you can kind of work on automatic pilot.
I did figure out why cashiers do some things I've noticed before, but never really thought of. Such as, either taking off all the hangers before or after they've checked everything. Every transaction is timed, and you get automatic feedback on your screen as to whether you're taking to long to check someone out. This includes how long it takes the person to pay. Hence the look if irritation when you pull out your checkbook. I've also seen them slide their finger over and hit a button on the computer when I've had a hard time finding my wallet, or getting my card out. There's a time-out button on the computer that stops the clock so they don't get penalized for the customer bringing their time down. How lame is that?
I work from 12 to 8:30 tonight, so I'm sure to meet some interesting people. At least I got used to being yelled at when I worked at the movie theater. No one can be as mean as a college student when they are forced to spend money.
Anyway, did that, then got put on a real register with a girl that looks EXACTLY like my old roommate Laura (even same smile and body movements. So weird) for about fifteen minutes, and then they left me to it for the last couple of hours.
It's definitely a job that requires muscle memory instead of thinking, so once you get that down, you can kind of work on automatic pilot.
I did figure out why cashiers do some things I've noticed before, but never really thought of. Such as, either taking off all the hangers before or after they've checked everything. Every transaction is timed, and you get automatic feedback on your screen as to whether you're taking to long to check someone out. This includes how long it takes the person to pay. Hence the look if irritation when you pull out your checkbook. I've also seen them slide their finger over and hit a button on the computer when I've had a hard time finding my wallet, or getting my card out. There's a time-out button on the computer that stops the clock so they don't get penalized for the customer bringing their time down. How lame is that?
I work from 12 to 8:30 tonight, so I'm sure to meet some interesting people. At least I got used to being yelled at when I worked at the movie theater. No one can be as mean as a college student when they are forced to spend money.