There’s Always One

This is a rant, pure and simple.

I work with the public. That means dealing with a wide variety of personalities, not all of them pleasant. But I would honestly say, that for every hundred customers I deal with, there is only ONE I wish would never come to my line again. Even then, most of the time I can just shrug it off and go on about my day.

This is a holiday weekend. Passover starts tonight, and Easter is Sunday. We are busy.  I had one of my headaches by 8am. I was still doing just fine, despite being on Express: joking with my customers and co-workers, pulling a small order from another line if I had no one in mine. I had a lady with two separate orders, both under 15 items. One was hers, one was her aunt’s. I had no problem with that. She’s hardly the only one who shops for someone else. The guy in line behind her is NEVER exactly pleasant to deal with. Today, he had me so upset, I was shaking. He started in on the customer, on me… turned the air blue with some of his comments to both of us, too. I had to call a supervisor over to get me off the register for a few minutes, so I could calm down.  He pissed me off royally, and I really wanted to haul off and punch him in the mouth.  This is the same guy who has been told before he cannot use an express register when he has a full-sized order. He is crude, rude, nasty, and a pain in the ass.

Luckily, I have the weekend to forget about this abrasive jerk. But he’ll be back, and I will have to deal with him again.

About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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