When you work in retail, be it food or stuff, the lead-up to any holiday weekend is crazy. Sometimes, it is an out-right nightmare. Especially when customers read tags wrong, or want to ‘bend’ (break) rules about item limits, coupons, or substitutions. Add in equipment breaking down, and not having enough stock…. madhouse. For a while, our company was taking our store coupons, manufacture’s coupons, and competitor’s coupons. The rules were: 1 store and 1 manufacturer’s coupon per item; 1 dollars off coupon per order; limits on sale items. Has to be fair for everyone, yeah? You’d think, anyhow. Some people just don’t get that. Things got really nuts for a while, and the company ended up losing money, although we actually had more people shopping with us. So they revised the coupon policy again. 1 store coupon and 1 manufacture’s per item’ no competitor’s coupons; one dollars-off per order;item limits. We posted the change for almost a month before implementing it. That was almost a month ago now, and some people are still bitching when we cashiers tell them we can’t do certain things. Some of the younger cashiers have already lost their jobs for just giving in to the whiners. I NEED this job, so no, I am NOT going to be bullied into taking two manufacturer’s coupons for the same item. READ THE DAMN COUPONS! Just because it comes out of a machine in our store does NOT mean it is a store coupon. Then there is the whole deal with the self-service check-outs. I will gladly use the scan-gun on large items, so you don’t have to lift them. BUT there are set rules I need to follow to do so. Self-scan has 4 stations, and 1 cashier keeping it going. I cannot stand there and ring your entire order for you, when I have other customers who also may need my help and attention. If you have a lot of produce, please use the chart provided….or go wait in a regular line. If all you have are cases of soda, no problem….but you MUST open the order at your station, and pay for it at that station. Cursing me out for not doing it all from the Master Station isn’t going to get you anywhere fast. For one thing, I don’t have a card reader at the desk to process your debit or credit. Also, bitching out the cashier who is trying to keep up with everyone’s needs makes you look like a real pain in the ass to your fellow shoppers.
After dealing with the public this week, I’d come home and try to get some yard work done. With the weather so far this year, the lawn got away from us to the point Mom bought a new battery-operated weed-whacker so I could get the grass down far enough that the lawn mower could actually handle it. It’s a light-weight little tool, but still… the vibration from the motor and the constant sweeping back and forth killed my arms. For the most part, Nick and I have finally caught up with it. I need to trim around the roses, flagpole, hedge and house tomorrow, and get out the hedge trimmer.
On top of that, the damn mouse (okay, there are probably more than one) got into some of my baking supplies and made a mess. DPW is just gonna love us this week. Tossed a lot of stuff, (not all of it mouse-attacked. Checked date codes while we were at it) stripped the pantry bare, cleaned it all with bleach, and re-arranged the goods. Nick has to fine a new place to keep his ski pole and ice pick, because Topo Gigio was using them as climbing ramps to get from the floor to the shelf. I got my hair cut to help me deal with the heat, and I am still dripping sweat.
Speaking of the hair cut. I haven’t had it this short since I was pregnant with the Kidling: twenty years now. I thought my hairdresser was going to faint when I said “Pixie”. The same day, one of my cousins got hers cut in almost the same style. A few days later, so did her youngest sister. Yeah, sometimes, you can really tell we are related.