So You Think Your Sister's A Nerd...
I love So You Think You Can Dance...so much. It is wonderful.
In other news, my brother's latest reality tv show idea is "So You Think Your Sister's A Nerd"...I think I have already been voted first winner.
Bought a new bathing suit today. Yay.
Swam again, of course.
Ordered STUCA t-shirts. Wow. I've got the power...that could be bad ha ha.
Worked a bit tonight. Had some language troubles. Oh man. One of my first customers had a thicker accent - European maybe. She was asking me about 'cash back' as soon as she saw me. I knew I didn't have much money in my till as I just started and told her that I likely only had 60 in bills. She was insistent and asked if I could phone anyone about it. I can and did and got someone to lend me 100 because she wanted 150 back. She kept talking - something about 10s, 20s and other stuff like that but I was having a difficult time understand, and the questions I was asking weren't getting me any farther. I rang in her groceries, added 150 to the bill and she paid. I go to give her the 150 - all twenties and a ten of course...and she goes, "You aren't giving it to me like that, are you?" I was like, "Pardon?"
Then she goes on this huge rant about how she CLEARLY specified that she wanted it in one bill...
"One bill?"
"Yes - one 100 dollar bill and a 50"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know that."
"And there is no way to get it? I assume you don't have any. Probably no one does."
"Well ma'am, one of the cashiers might have those bills, but I am not sure who would."
"Well, isn't this great. I guess I have to take it now don't I. I certainly don't want to. I am sending money by mail and I certainly don't want to send it like this..."
She went on for a bit - very angrily actually, but then finally stormed off.
Man. I never knew I needed to go to language school to be a cashier.
Then, nearing the end of the night - this lady came through, again with a thicker accent, and again possibly European. She had a bunch of groceries and a bottle of 20 water on the bottom. Now, you see, we just got these 20s of water in and so I didn't have the code at my till. She told me she had the water to which I replied, "Yes, and I am sorry ma'am, but I need to scan it."
"Yes, it's the 20."
"Yes, and I think I need to scan it, ma'am."
"Okay."
Nothing.
No handing of the water to Katie.
"I'm going to have to scan it?"
(Can she hear me?)
Nothing.
Definitely no handing of the water to Katie.
So I ring all her groceries through.
Maybe she is waiting?
Nope, definitely not waiting. Still no passing of water to Katie and no attempts to tell me the code.
So I ring in all of her groceries, go out of my till, walk over to her cart, bend down, grab the water, flip it over and memorize the 10 digit code so I can punch it in.
"It's the Nestea...the 20."
"Yes, thank you."
"So it's okay?"
"Yes."
"It's the right one?"
"Yes."
(You idiot, what are you even saying to me?)
So there you go. Apparently my communicating skills are not perfect...ha ha.
I think I am also being taught some patience and compassion through this job. Needed lessons...but the whole language thing? Not as fun ha ha.
I am all for languages, but sometimes I get a little irritated I can't understand them. And of course anytime someone speaks in a different language around my till I automatically assume they are laughing at me ha ha.
Oh, and sometimes it's like they are taunting you! The other day I had this girl and mom come through...they would taught to me just a little, but would then carry on this conversation in another language - something European, I think. BUT the girl would ask her questions in English and THEN switch, but the mom never really spoke English. It was the weirdest thing! And I mean, come on - then I was just dying to know what they were talking about!! ha ha
"So what do you think I should do? Hoia akkj akjdk alkjlka akjkllk aauugh..."
"ajkd ajj j lkjaja;f jlaj"
"I don't even want to go. akj; kajl;kj kjlkj kja"
"ak ajk akj ajjk jlajklj"
It was weird!
I am however, developing a fascination with the number of ways people ask to use the debit machine.
Debit please.
I will use the card.
Card.
Machine please.
I will swipe it.
I'll be swiping.
I was wondering if I could use my debit card.
Pointing to machine.
Waiting by machine.
It's debit.
Anyway - I have found it quite the art. Maybe I should develop a personality assessment completely based on the way people shop. That would be interesting...
Oh man - last one, I promise. Three guys about my age came in just after 9:00. They set down two packages of Mentos and four bottles of Diet Coke on my till. I took one look at their mischevious faces and said, "You making explosions?"
They just stood there, quite shocked, and laughed. The one guy was like, "Woah. How did she know?" and then I believe added, "Yeah, we don't really have lives."
I was like, "It's okay - I just did it like last week."
They were like, "What? Are you serious...small world."
Then they started asking me about my technique ha ha and told me their were going to try and build a rocket. So there you go. Nice conversation starter.
In other news, my brother's latest reality tv show idea is "So You Think Your Sister's A Nerd"...I think I have already been voted first winner.
Bought a new bathing suit today. Yay.
Swam again, of course.
Ordered STUCA t-shirts. Wow. I've got the power...that could be bad ha ha.
Worked a bit tonight. Had some language troubles. Oh man. One of my first customers had a thicker accent - European maybe. She was asking me about 'cash back' as soon as she saw me. I knew I didn't have much money in my till as I just started and told her that I likely only had 60 in bills. She was insistent and asked if I could phone anyone about it. I can and did and got someone to lend me 100 because she wanted 150 back. She kept talking - something about 10s, 20s and other stuff like that but I was having a difficult time understand, and the questions I was asking weren't getting me any farther. I rang in her groceries, added 150 to the bill and she paid. I go to give her the 150 - all twenties and a ten of course...and she goes, "You aren't giving it to me like that, are you?" I was like, "Pardon?"
Then she goes on this huge rant about how she CLEARLY specified that she wanted it in one bill...
"One bill?"
"Yes - one 100 dollar bill and a 50"
"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know that."
"And there is no way to get it? I assume you don't have any. Probably no one does."
"Well ma'am, one of the cashiers might have those bills, but I am not sure who would."
"Well, isn't this great. I guess I have to take it now don't I. I certainly don't want to. I am sending money by mail and I certainly don't want to send it like this..."
She went on for a bit - very angrily actually, but then finally stormed off.
Man. I never knew I needed to go to language school to be a cashier.
Then, nearing the end of the night - this lady came through, again with a thicker accent, and again possibly European. She had a bunch of groceries and a bottle of 20 water on the bottom. Now, you see, we just got these 20s of water in and so I didn't have the code at my till. She told me she had the water to which I replied, "Yes, and I am sorry ma'am, but I need to scan it."
"Yes, it's the 20."
"Yes, and I think I need to scan it, ma'am."
"Okay."
Nothing.
No handing of the water to Katie.
"I'm going to have to scan it?"
(Can she hear me?)
Nothing.
Definitely no handing of the water to Katie.
So I ring all her groceries through.
Maybe she is waiting?
Nope, definitely not waiting. Still no passing of water to Katie and no attempts to tell me the code.
So I ring in all of her groceries, go out of my till, walk over to her cart, bend down, grab the water, flip it over and memorize the 10 digit code so I can punch it in.
"It's the Nestea...the 20."
"Yes, thank you."
"So it's okay?"
"Yes."
"It's the right one?"
"Yes."
(You idiot, what are you even saying to me?)
So there you go. Apparently my communicating skills are not perfect...ha ha.
I think I am also being taught some patience and compassion through this job. Needed lessons...but the whole language thing? Not as fun ha ha.
I am all for languages, but sometimes I get a little irritated I can't understand them. And of course anytime someone speaks in a different language around my till I automatically assume they are laughing at me ha ha.
Oh, and sometimes it's like they are taunting you! The other day I had this girl and mom come through...they would taught to me just a little, but would then carry on this conversation in another language - something European, I think. BUT the girl would ask her questions in English and THEN switch, but the mom never really spoke English. It was the weirdest thing! And I mean, come on - then I was just dying to know what they were talking about!! ha ha
"So what do you think I should do? Hoia akkj akjdk alkjlka akjkllk aauugh..."
"ajkd ajj j lkjaja;f jlaj"
"I don't even want to go. akj; kajl;kj kjlkj kja"
"ak ajk akj ajjk jlajklj"
It was weird!
I am however, developing a fascination with the number of ways people ask to use the debit machine.
Debit please.
I will use the card.
Card.
Machine please.
I will swipe it.
I'll be swiping.
I was wondering if I could use my debit card.
Pointing to machine.
Waiting by machine.
It's debit.
Anyway - I have found it quite the art. Maybe I should develop a personality assessment completely based on the way people shop. That would be interesting...
Oh man - last one, I promise. Three guys about my age came in just after 9:00. They set down two packages of Mentos and four bottles of Diet Coke on my till. I took one look at their mischevious faces and said, "You making explosions?"
They just stood there, quite shocked, and laughed. The one guy was like, "Woah. How did she know?" and then I believe added, "Yeah, we don't really have lives."
I was like, "It's okay - I just did it like last week."
They were like, "What? Are you serious...small world."
Then they started asking me about my technique ha ha and told me their were going to try and build a rocket. So there you go. Nice conversation starter.