I turned in my two weeks’ notice to my current employer yesterday.
I’m still looking for another job, but right now? Sheesh, I feel better, because I’m just going to move forward, shedding all my bad weight.
I love the [tag]customers[/tag] I work with at [tag]Albertson’s[/tag], sometimes. I have some really good, really nice people who come in nearly every day, and keep me from regretting my job so much. The work isn’t altogether too difficult, though, the pay rate for what is expected of us is less than desired even with the removal of 30 minute photo.
I just hate the people who come in there to grind their bloody hateboners about people like me (you know, the lower working class — the people, that if we all quit simultaneously, and no one was hired to fill our spots for months at a time… the country would collapse, because no one would know how to get food?), looking down their noses while they have their stupid RAZRs and Treos glued to their head, wondering why we keep talking to them while they’re on their phones.
I hate the people who come in with those obviously fake coupons for “free _________”, and then get absolutely irritated when we politely say, “We’re sorry, but it is company policy that we do not accept Internet coupons for free product. We cannot honor your coupon.”
I hate the people who come in to the store to return two or four $9 bottles of Extra Virgin Olive Oil, and don’t have a receipt, because we won’t refund them on that if we don’t see it in the computer. We have to make them wait, while a manager goes upstairs and reviews the receipt log for the time of day the person claims to have bought them, and if it is in the computer, well, they get a gift card, because the return’s over $5 without a receipt.
I hate the people who cannot read a neatly printed sign that reads,
“This window is CLOSED. Customer Service Center Hours: 9 AM to 9 PM” — they’re usually one of the following two fools:
- The window they’re standing at is closed. That cashier has gone to lunch, and I’m on the other register, visibly helping customers who are in line there. They get mad because I won’t break them into the line that is obviously flowing on the other end of the counter. I get stuff like, “I JUST WANT A LOTTO TICKET!” out of them. “Sure, just a moment, I have nine customers who are IN LINE, ahead of you. Let me finish with them, and I’ll be glad to help.” is what they get.
- It’s either some time before nine in the morning, or some time after nine at night. Asking me to check your lottery tickets, check in your movies, find out if I have a movie to rent, ring up items, process MoneyGram, sell you scratch-off tickets (which are obviously NOT IN THE CASE)… it’s not going to happen. I’ll be more than happy to hand you a pack of smokes, so you can go to A CASHIER and have them rung up, but nothing else happens.
I love the customers who ask me how I’m doing, or want to stick around for ten minutes or so and shoot the breeze with me over random stuff while I’m working. You’re the guys that make my day, because, y’know, work is the only human to human (h2h) interaction I get on a day to day basis. I’m usually home when the family is either gone, or asleep, so yeah, I lack good h2h on an average day.
You’re the guys I’m going to miss, unless I happen to run into you all where I go. 
Take care of yourselves, and don’t beat up the rest of ‘em too bad.
Y’all are right: I have too much talent to be wasting it in a grocery store for the rest of my life.
[tags]hateboner, grocery store, annoyances, cellular phones, cellphones, h2h, customer ignorance, touch of kindness[/tags]
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