“This isn’t scanning. What should I do?” “Credit. Credit. Sir, I’m paying by credit.” “Do you have to scan the pop?” “The (insert produce here) is (insert price here)” AHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!1
Ok, I feel a little better. Good evening, it’s TheAndySan here to rock and roll the place.
Today at work, I seriously almost walked out. Near the end of my shift, I was ringing up a very obese woman who was in one of those courtesy electric carts. She had left her regular cart beside my register before I got there. She was complaining about stuff and I just kinda brushed it off and rang her stuff through. Then, she remembered that she forgot to get eggs. Keep in mind that this is during the beginning of third shift when there’s pretty much no one around. I page for a stockman anyway, hoping that someone would come and help me out. Fortunately, someone did come. It was the assistant manager so I felt a little relieved. I continue to ring her stuff up and I get to the section of food that she comps. Comping is short for competitors’ prices. Basically, if you find someplace that has something for less than what Wal-Mart has, you can tell us what their price is and we’ll give it to you for that price. She’s angrily telling me the prices like I’m the sole reason she’s been in Wal-Mart for so long and why she’s buying so much. After all that, the assistant manager comes up with the eggs in hand. I scan ’em. No biggie. After she slides her food card (it’s like food stamps, but moAr elegant) and everything is all said and done, she notices that I forgot to comp the eggs. I do not recall her telling me to do that, and she’s even more upset. I’ve already had an aggravating day and she just pushed all the wrong buttons. I tried to compose myself, but I kept muttering “Fuck!” and rang in the next lady’s order, completely ignoring the previous customer. Since the lady I was ringing up was a fellow Associate, she could relate to my woes and I vented just a tad. In one of the best acts of karma, when the associate manager was helping the other lady with her groceries, she forgot her cane. He then said to her that everyone forgets sometimes. Whoo boy, that made my night! Cody, who was also working that night, said not to worry since she always bitches about everything.
In other, much better news, the band finally had the first practice since Jon joined track around March. Jon’s definitely improved, Joe’s about the same but less rusty, and I was kinda crappy. My timing was craptacular on some songs, and I didn’t sound very good I thought. But hey, that’s why you have practice; to shake off the rust and tighten the band up.
Well, I certainly feel better. I’m gonna play me some Halo 3 with my bros so I’ll see you guys later. Night!
P.S: It’s been 1,514 days since I had a website.