One heck of a last day of the working week
I got to work a little early yesterday, because my last pair of cheap reading glasses had broken, and I needed to get new ones. I picked them up, along with a couple of things like coleslaw mix, which we sell out of quickly before summer weekends. The front end was explodingly busy, so I got cashed out at our customer service counter. I threw the readers and my hand cream and my bottled water on the back end of the register they told me I'd be using, and sailed off to the locker room to put away the rest of my purchases. Returning to the register, I couldn't find the readers, and I convinced myself I'd had a brain fart and they were now most likely in my locker.
Oh well, I told myself, just carry on. So I did, but when there was a lull, I explained to the coordinator in charge of the board why I was such a hot mess. She asked if I wanted to look for the readers. I thanked her and said yes. Another coordinator overheard me, and as I started back to the locker room volunteered that she'd seen them on the back of my register, thought they were dropped there by a customer, and put them in the reshop basket. Laughing, I went and found them. Mystery solved, and I told that coordinator I loved her.
So, I was a bit giddy from anxiety/relief of anxiety. I chuckled and giggled a lot as I worked.
Around one o'clock, Max the coordinator asked me if I wanted to go to lunch, and shut my light off as he did so. Those lights indicate whether your register is open for business or not. As I was cashing out my last customer before my lunchbreak, another customer came up as if to tag on to the end, and I said, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm closed."
The guy I was cashing out said with an obvious twinkle, "You're not sorry." I started giggling. Again.
Soon another customer came up, a much older lady, very petite, with her head down, watching the floor in front of her cart. Its awkward when this happens, because you have to wait until they come really close to tell them you're closed. Lord knows they're not looking at the light up above. Finally, she got close enough for me to tell her, and she wheeled away.
The guy I was cashing said, "Did she say F. U.?"
Of course she didn't, but he was just being funny, and I lost it. Doubled over with laughter. My coworkers naturally wanted to know what was so funny, and when I regained my breath control, I told them.
There were other notable times in the day - I had a colossal stinker at one point, a man so mean I was shaking inside when he left, but management was kind and understanding to me, and the funny bits are the ones I want to remember.
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Speaking of funny bits, how about that cute little Donald Trump, putting his foot in his mouth about Brexit, and the reactions of people on Twitter? I have sore stomach muscles from laughing, today.
Oh well, I told myself, just carry on. So I did, but when there was a lull, I explained to the coordinator in charge of the board why I was such a hot mess. She asked if I wanted to look for the readers. I thanked her and said yes. Another coordinator overheard me, and as I started back to the locker room volunteered that she'd seen them on the back of my register, thought they were dropped there by a customer, and put them in the reshop basket. Laughing, I went and found them. Mystery solved, and I told that coordinator I loved her.
So, I was a bit giddy from anxiety/relief of anxiety. I chuckled and giggled a lot as I worked.
Around one o'clock, Max the coordinator asked me if I wanted to go to lunch, and shut my light off as he did so. Those lights indicate whether your register is open for business or not. As I was cashing out my last customer before my lunchbreak, another customer came up as if to tag on to the end, and I said, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm closed."
The guy I was cashing out said with an obvious twinkle, "You're not sorry." I started giggling. Again.
Soon another customer came up, a much older lady, very petite, with her head down, watching the floor in front of her cart. Its awkward when this happens, because you have to wait until they come really close to tell them you're closed. Lord knows they're not looking at the light up above. Finally, she got close enough for me to tell her, and she wheeled away.
The guy I was cashing said, "Did she say F. U.?"
Of course she didn't, but he was just being funny, and I lost it. Doubled over with laughter. My coworkers naturally wanted to know what was so funny, and when I regained my breath control, I told them.
There were other notable times in the day - I had a colossal stinker at one point, a man so mean I was shaking inside when he left, but management was kind and understanding to me, and the funny bits are the ones I want to remember.
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Speaking of funny bits, how about that cute little Donald Trump, putting his foot in his mouth about Brexit, and the reactions of people on Twitter? I have sore stomach muscles from laughing, today.