Why?
Why do certain 'characters' try and fuck up my job? Why?
Cast of characters:
TRM: Trained Register Monkey aka Me
DCG: Drunk College Guy
NG: Nice Girl Already In Line
NGB: Nice Girl's Boyfriend
Setting: It's 3 in the morning at the semi-big name grocery story native to this part of my area (ie Upstate NY).
Scenario: TRM is helping NG and NGB at the register when DCG comes running with two 30-packs of beer.
TRM (thinking): Oh here we go. Drunk idiot at 3:00.
TRM (out loud): Sir, before you even put those up on the counter, I should tell you that I can't sell that beer to you.
DCG: What? Are you serious?
TRM: Yes, sir. We stop selling alcohol products at 2:00. It's going on 3:15.
DCG: Is that everywhere?
TRM: Everywhere in (Name of County Here) we stop selling at 2:00. It's a county law.
DCG (doesn't even blink): But I'm from Albany.
TRM (thinking): So?
TRM (out loud): Albany is in a different county. They stop selling at 4. But in (Name of County Here), we stop selling at 2.
DCG: Can't you make an exception?
TRM: No. I can't. That would not only cost me my job, I could go to jail for 'making an exception' and this store could lose its license to sell alcohol and tobacco products. Not to mention the fines that would incur - and if The Department of Health got wind of it, the store could lose its license to sell WIC products. So no, I'm sorry. I can't make an exception, even for you. The consequences would be too far reaching.
DCG takes the shopping cart he was using and meets up with a buddy who just walked in the door, yelling like a twat.
NG: Is that really a county law?
TRM: Yes it is.
NGB: How long has that been like that?
TRM: Since forever as far as I know.
NG: I can't believe he thought you'd change your mind when he said he was from Albany. What an idiot!
TRM (chuckling): I get one of those once every couple of months, especially from college students. I'm used to it.
NGB: Well I hope your night goes better for you.
TRM: Thanks, you have a good night yourselves.
Dude! This is my job. I may bitch and moan about it every day of the week, but in the end, it's the best job I've ever had...the pay is good and the people I work with are awesome. Don't fuck with it.
Side note: So...after NG and NGB leave, TRM sees one of the stock guys and a night supervisor running out the door. Turns out DCG left the beer over by the produce area, near the exit and he and his buddy tried to steal it. The night manager and the stock guy watched a 3rd guy pull their car up to the fire lane and sent the other two in after the beer but when they saw the 2 store employees outside waiting for them, changed their minds about trying to steal it.
*Shakes head*
Idiots.
Xposted to customers_suck and grocery_hell
Cast of characters:
TRM: Trained Register Monkey aka Me
DCG: Drunk College Guy
NG: Nice Girl Already In Line
NGB: Nice Girl's Boyfriend
Setting: It's 3 in the morning at the semi-big name grocery story native to this part of my area (ie Upstate NY).
Scenario: TRM is helping NG and NGB at the register when DCG comes running with two 30-packs of beer.
TRM (thinking): Oh here we go. Drunk idiot at 3:00.
TRM (out loud): Sir, before you even put those up on the counter, I should tell you that I can't sell that beer to you.
DCG: What? Are you serious?
TRM: Yes, sir. We stop selling alcohol products at 2:00. It's going on 3:15.
DCG: Is that everywhere?
TRM: Everywhere in (Name of County Here) we stop selling at 2:00. It's a county law.
DCG (doesn't even blink): But I'm from Albany.
TRM (thinking): So?
TRM (out loud): Albany is in a different county. They stop selling at 4. But in (Name of County Here), we stop selling at 2.
DCG: Can't you make an exception?
TRM: No. I can't. That would not only cost me my job, I could go to jail for 'making an exception' and this store could lose its license to sell alcohol and tobacco products. Not to mention the fines that would incur - and if The Department of Health got wind of it, the store could lose its license to sell WIC products. So no, I'm sorry. I can't make an exception, even for you. The consequences would be too far reaching.
DCG takes the shopping cart he was using and meets up with a buddy who just walked in the door, yelling like a twat.
NG: Is that really a county law?
TRM: Yes it is.
NGB: How long has that been like that?
TRM: Since forever as far as I know.
NG: I can't believe he thought you'd change your mind when he said he was from Albany. What an idiot!
TRM (chuckling): I get one of those once every couple of months, especially from college students. I'm used to it.
NGB: Well I hope your night goes better for you.
TRM: Thanks, you have a good night yourselves.
Dude! This is my job. I may bitch and moan about it every day of the week, but in the end, it's the best job I've ever had...the pay is good and the people I work with are awesome. Don't fuck with it.
Side note: So...after NG and NGB leave, TRM sees one of the stock guys and a night supervisor running out the door. Turns out DCG left the beer over by the produce area, near the exit and he and his buddy tried to steal it. The night manager and the stock guy watched a 3rd guy pull their car up to the fire lane and sent the other two in after the beer but when they saw the 2 store employees outside waiting for them, changed their minds about trying to steal it.
*Shakes head*
Idiots.
Xposted to customers_suck and grocery_hell