So I haven’t done a rant about work in a while, so I have a lot of pent up anger about stupid customers, and the daily craziness that comes from working in retail. So here we go!
Now I don’t want to cause any riots or anything of the sort, but there is this elderly man that comes to our store often, who we have nicknamed “Jesus Guy”. He is a religious man, who is always preaching to us, which, as apart of the millennial generation, now of us really appreciate that as we are unidentified with any religion. We are all very open about, no hate or anything like that. But one day I’m severing him, as my manager walks past. He suddenly gasps, pointing at her, asking what her name is. I explain that her name is Amy, and he nods solemnly. He then proceeds to tell me “that he had a dream about her last night” in a creepy way with a small, disjointed smirk. Now, he could have meant it in a “I had a premonition about her” kind of way, but I don’t think that’s what he meant, if you catch my drift…
Children & Balloons.
So every so often we have promotional balloons at the registers, which we hand out to kids. But there are always those few kids that you wish didn’t exist. The bratty ones, the ones who have tantrums, the ones who make a mess of the confectionary stands, the ones who snot on everything. The ones who scream and cry over nothing. But then, there are those perfect, cute little kids that you want nothing more than to give them a balloon and watch as their face lights up. But, despite all the messy, crying kids, we have to give them all balloons, but I sometimes wish we didn’t. Some of those little terrors don’t deserve plastic sacks of our breath.
There is this woman who comes through who we have nicknamed the witch. She would have to be between 40-50ish. She has black hair that flows over her shoulders in a mess of curls. She wears all black, with saggy skin and pricing that look out of place. The best way to describe her is as a less sexy, muggle version of Bellatrix Lestrange. Seriously. But she comes to the register, and suddenly remembers all these things on her shopping list, and she expects you to call someone to finish her shopping. Like no! People in the grocery department are not there for you laziness, they are trying to get all the shelves filled, and rotate the goods. She will also suddenly decide that she doesn’t want half of her shopping, so then we have to deal with getting it back on the shelves. To be honest, she it the biggest inconvenience I have ever met.
I’m going to end it here, before I rant too much and burst a blood vessel. I’ll talk to you later,