I'm long overdue for a tl;dr rant about my job. I know I'm very lucky to have one, and I don't hate the whole thing, I just hate, hate HATE being at the registers. People seem to actually treat you like you're a person when you're on the floor helping them find something, but when you're a cashier, you're just meant to take their money and give them their books. We have to greet now too, which is almost as horrible. We have to stand at the door and say hello to everyone that passes, tell them what's going on and help them if they set off the security sensors going in or out. Just the other day, a lady beeped on her way in and my oh-so-sweet coworker Tarah approached her and said "Hi, did you just come from Target? They miss alot of their security sensors..." The lady snapped at her "DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE DOING ME A FAVOR. I WAS IN HERE THE OTHER DAY AND EVERY FRIGGIN' PERSON WAS SETTING OFF THAT ALARM."
Basically, working at Borders has made me realize that at least a third of the human population should be killed off. Maybe more.
( Don't take it out on the employees )
Some customers are friendly, but fucking insane. The kind that don't make you angry, but give you a story to tell. For example this one guy..
( Slavery is OK! )
So there you have it, Barack Obama kills people.
The day AFTER Toothless' second trip to Borders, I was having a pretty good day, until YET ANOTHER toothless New Hampshire noble approaches my register on SuperCoupon day with a magazine and a book about Ipods.
( I thought I was going to combust. )
I haven't even seen my friends this summer. I've gone out once. I haven't worn shorts or sandals or gone to the beach. Fuck. I just want to go back. 36 days.
On the upside, I really like it when customers actually treat me like a person who is there to help them. One lady called me a sweetheart and it made my day. I told a little girl buying a Miroku bookmark that there was going to be a new Inuyasha anime and she almost passed out from the joy. One old lady came in and told me her life's story about how she lost her son and her husband and how she reinvented herself through spiritual veganism. She smiled and told me that I had a lot of light around me and that I hold a lot of love. She almost made me cry. Even now, she was one of my most positively memorable customers. So there is a bright side, and I very rarely let the bad outweigh the good, but honestly, I think my days at Borders are numbered.
Basically, working at Borders has made me realize that at least a third of the human population should be killed off. Maybe more.
( Don't take it out on the employees )
Some customers are friendly, but fucking insane. The kind that don't make you angry, but give you a story to tell. For example this one guy..
( Slavery is OK! )
So there you have it, Barack Obama kills people.
The day AFTER Toothless' second trip to Borders, I was having a pretty good day, until YET ANOTHER toothless New Hampshire noble approaches my register on SuperCoupon day with a magazine and a book about Ipods.
( I thought I was going to combust. )
I haven't even seen my friends this summer. I've gone out once. I haven't worn shorts or sandals or gone to the beach. Fuck. I just want to go back. 36 days.
On the upside, I really like it when customers actually treat me like a person who is there to help them. One lady called me a sweetheart and it made my day. I told a little girl buying a Miroku bookmark that there was going to be a new Inuyasha anime and she almost passed out from the joy. One old lady came in and told me her life's story about how she lost her son and her husband and how she reinvented herself through spiritual veganism. She smiled and told me that I had a lot of light around me and that I hold a lot of love. She almost made me cry. Even now, she was one of my most positively memorable customers. So there is a bright side, and I very rarely let the bad outweigh the good, but honestly, I think my days at Borders are numbered.
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