Witnessed taquería suck that tried to pull me in.


tl;dr- Persistently stupid woman makes food ordering a painful ordeal. 

It drives me insane. The wall-o-text that some people related to work tend to write in. I get it in emails that are already a confusing garble, I get it from people who apparently have a lazy [enter/return] pinkie. I endure. I persevere. At the very worst, I tell people to put it in a format I can read.

But I hate writing programs to parse it( because it's easier if the clients puts it in the right format )
Me: "Thanks for calling." *click* "my soon-out-of-a-job caller."

A little background on this suck:

I live in Ohio. At the moment my county/state has a program going on where clothing vouchers worth $250 are being given to area kids in need (that qualify) of new school clothes for the fall. It's a great program since what kid doesn't want to go back to school looking awesome?

Now, these vouchers are issued per kid. As in, the ONLY things that can be bought with these vouchers are clothng and school supplies for the child the voucher's name is in. And vouchers are one per kid. Vouchers cannot be shared even if each kid has a voucher. Each voucher for each kid is rang up seperately since we have to staple a copy of the reciept for the total purchase on the voucher.
It's not limited to one voucher per household..I've seen families with more than one kid come in and each kid have a voucher.(so each kids stuff gets rang up seperately and the receipt is stapled to each voucher) But some families only have one kid that meets the requirements. (don't ask me what the requirements are..I'm not sure exactly but it's mandated by the State)

That being said:
Dear Lady with one voucher trying to buy stuff for multiple children AND herself,

THREE employees tried to tell you that you could only buy merchandise for the ONE child on the voucher. You had tons of merchandise with some huge size gaps in there that made it painfully obvious you were trying to use that kid's voucher for other people. (kids size 2 and kids size 6 shoes what? O_o) I know kids grow pretty fast but I doubt they grow four sizes in one season.

Don't complain either! You're getting $250 worth of clothes for your child for FREE courtesy of the state of Ohio. THEY make the rules regarding what can and cannot be purchased..we just have to enforce it.
Oh you're going to get snotty with our customer service lady and tell her "she obviously doesn't have kids so she can't understand what it's like?" Uh..service desk lady has two sons and FIVE grandkids so I think she'd know. -_- It's not her fault either so don't be mean to her!

It's pretty sad how many people we've caught trying to buy adult stuff when their kid is tiny. Usually if it's something like say, one size differance we'll not think anything of it since a lot of parents like to go up a size in case the kid grows. It's when there's a huge size gap like say..there are size 8's and size 14's together do we have to put our foot down.

Out of curiousity are any other people's states doing this program? I know Ohio and West Virginia are.

This guy actually scares me. I'm thinking about talking to management about him even though he only comes to McHell once in a while. But I'm just unsure about how to react? For the record, I love friendly customers (who likes the shitty ones anyways?) but when you're twice my age trying to pursue me, even though I've made it clear that no, I'm not interested and no, I don't appreciate when you check me out - why continue doing it? I mostly just ignore certain comments which I think might be the problem but I'm scared to say "please stop" in case he goes insane or something.

So imagine a 40 year old man, very disheveled, lingers around the cashes during a rush, stares, etc. He says I'm beautiful every five seconds and checks me out. The first time I served him I figured "heh, creepy" but since this was months ago, I just forgot about him.

About two weeks ago I had to open the restaurant so I was taking the "night" bus to work. There's only one other person on the bus, face obstructed by a newspaper. I sit further down. The newspaper unfolds and he turns and smiles at me. I don't remember him at all and just think he's a weirdo...Not too unrealistic when you're on the bus at 4:30AM. He says, "I KNOW YOUUUU! HOW ARE YOU DOING, BEAUTIFUL!?" (he sounded intoxicated) and I have no idea who he is. "What, you don't remember me? You don't have to be shy!" getting louder. I don't want to say anything back. "You work at McDonald's, you've served me before!" "Hi." (I still have no idea who he is, but I'm in my uniform so I try to be polite) "How are you?" "I'm alright." "DON'T ACT LIKE I'M CRAZY!" I got off at the next stop.

I think for a minute and realize it was that same guy who tried to pick me up at work, months ago. Last weekend he waltzes into the restaurant, sees me right away and makes a b-line for my cash. I told my co-worker it was that guy from the bus. She took over my cash while I did back up because she knew he freaked me out. He gets his order, lingers, stares, checks me out, etc. Later on, I'm in the middle of restocking something when an empty cup is placed in front of me on the counter - refill. "What's the drink?" I ask and look up. Oh, there you are. No need to lean over the counter like that. He does one of those ~touching your hands subtly while you hand me something~ "You remember me now, don't you?!?" "Yes." "Hahaha, you don't have to be so shy next time!" "Alright." "IT'S NOT LIKE I'M TRYING TO KILL YOU, RIGHT?" And then he walks away without another word.

Maybe he's just being funny, but he really freaks me out. :/

My name seems to cause a lot of discussion at work every now and again with customers, which is strange since it's only three letters long. Now it does have several different legitimate spellings, One Irish/English, one Welsh and one is something to do with paints. Since I'm half Welsh I was given the Welsh spelling. However there are some people who seem to think I'm spelling it wrong.

( Example 1 )

Plus the fact that someone at my old store nicknamed me Huwbert, and it quickly spread to the point people were asking if Huw was short for Huwbert, which it isn't. It's even managed to make the journey over to my new store!

A customer just made me cry, which has never happened at this job. A few weeks ago, an elderly woman came in and opened a few packs of cards that are only to be sold together, and today this woman found one of the remaining individual cards that are from the pack. I apologized and said that I could not sell her the card individually as we are a consignment shop, and the consigner sent us a pack of 4 at a certain price and thus I could not sell one individually, else she would not be paid her full due amount. The woman was like "Well, you have a real attitude lady." and I just politely explained again that I was legitimately unable to sell her the card, and was merely explaining the process and reason why. She told me every time she comes in I am a "total bitch" to her, which is 100% not true as I love my job and am always super nice to customers. She told me she's "fed up with this shit" and threw her items on the counter and told me I'm just fucking with her, which I wasn't. I apologized again, and this time she told me to "cut the crap" and stormed out, again saying I had an attitude. I don't know why this affected me so much, as it's 1/2 as bad as the stuff I put up with at my previous job on a daily basis, but for some reason it did. Maybe it's the crummy day, I dunno. At this job, I really DO try my hardest to be awesome to everyone, because I want this store to do well, and I enjoy being here. In this age of yelp and blogging, it worries me immensely when a customer leaves dissatisfied.

This sucks. Or maybe I've just gone soft from not having to chase hobos and shoplifters out of a run down porno store anymore.

Meh

Recap: I work in a store that has connections to a famous cartoon mouse, and is also connected to a cafe and a movie theater. The feature movie, about some robots and BnL is doing really good and therefore my store has about 5 products left. Toys:we've sold out. Shirts in big sizes: we've sold out. Lunchboxes like the one the robot was carrying in the movie: we've sold out. It sucks, but I try to be as nice as I can and offer the phone numbers to the two closest stores also connected to that famous cartoon mouse and offer that guest "try calling that store to see if they have more of ________." If the place is dead I'll make the call for them, but if it's busy I won't.

WTF:
A guest came in asking for a certain Wall-E shirt in a size Large. We didn't have any, he asked if other stores would, so I gave him the paper with the directions to the two stores and suggested that he give them a call. (I would have called for him if the place was dead, but a movie had just gotten out and there was a stampede of people in the store, being one of only two registers I didn't think anyone would appreciate me disappearing to make a phone call.)
Guest: No, I don't mean these stores.
Me: really? where were you looking to find (the product)?
Guest: Do you know if any stores in Wyoming would have it?
Me: *uses my magical telepathic mind to tell* o_O. No, sorry I do not. I don't have any phone numbers for stores outside of California.
Guest: *mutters*useless* Okay, thanks. Bye.

Seriously, I don't even know if we have stores in Wyoming. I don't even know if I'm spelling that right. I had to go home and google to see where Wyoming acctually was. (aside from in the United States.) [thanks in part to an LAUSD education, not being from America, and never going anywhere past Nevada].



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I work in a VERY busy store in the middle of a tourist town. I was ringing up this group of golfers and I heard one of them say to his friend, sotto voice, "I'm gonna ask her to go get me two bags of ice." I had a line of people behind them, and the ice was all the way on the other side of the store, in the freezer. There was NOTHING wrong with the man, he was just trying to be a smartass in front of his friends. So when he asked me, I was irritated enough at that point to simply look at him and say, "I don't fetch, sorry."

It was one of those things that slipped off my tongue before I could bite it. I do have a snarky, sarcastic personality, but for the most part I am able to keep that part of myself away from the general public and put on a professional, breezy front. But that guy just irked the hell out of me.

Thankfully, everyone thought it was funny (except the guy, I guess, since his group burst out laughing at his expense), including my manager, so I was able to get away with it without a write up for...um...bad customer service? Yeah.

Dear Lady,

I'm sorry, but I hadn't the foggiest what you meant by "pedal pushers". There was no need for you to get angry at me or one of the managers when we both looked confused. Especially when you gave an angry, "WELL, FINE!" when we finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel thanks to one of my older co-wokers and said manager offered to show you where the capri pants were, which were on discount/clearance. Be thankful you're getting them cheap.

A little description of what you meant would've worked too if you didn't know what we call them nowadays, but you were so busy getting worked up at us youngings for not reading your mind that there really wasn't much we could do.

Sorry,

Your Local Retail Worker

PS. I'm kinda glad that you didn't call them "clam diggers" or "knickerbockers" (if for the latter you were shopping for your husband - thank you, Wikipedia), because I probably would've sent you to the Home Department or even Men's.

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Dear Kids,

Our escalators are NOT an amusement park ride. If I tell you politely not to play on them when I catch you, don't test the waters to see my reaction by doing the exact same thing with a "whatcha gonna do to me, huh?" look. By the same token, I do not appreciate your parents getting on my case after I do you to stop (and parents, no, They aren't "allowed to be kids" by playing on something that could potentially catch their clothes or even bust their skulls open if they fall. There's a play area outside the store). This is because if, Heaven forbid, you do get hurt on those things, then the words "I'LL SUE!!!" will be screamed across the store. We are not your babysitters.

No Love,

"The Big Meanie"

No idea if this has been posted yet. Received this in an email and felt the need to share.

Monday a coworker of mine came in and asked me if I could do her a big favour. Already knowing what she'd ask I said, "I'm not working tomorrow, but if it's something else sure." And yes, she wanted me to work Tuesday.

Now Tuesday was going to be BUSY! We had this special thing with classic cars in the early evening, and a cruise ship docking right behind us. So we were going to be smashed. I was the only person to be scheduled off, not to have booked it off. And as such I'd made plans. So I tell her again that no, I can't.

Well she has to go do "Native Dancing" (her words) and it's incredibly important. I tell her sorry but I still won't work.

Then she calls me a racist. Said I was insulting the entire Native culture because I wouldn't work for her.

I didn't say it, but if her culture is so important to her why is she coming in the night before to get the time off???

Anyways, I had Tuesday and yesterday off, and I am still fuming. (Wouldn't you be??) So I'm going to complain to management tonight. There were customers in the store who couldn't hear our exchange until she screamed that I was insulting the Native culture. And they were all Native.

Every so often, a large group of our state's National Guard members will book around half of the rooms we have at our hotel, and then put 1-4 people in each of these 50 rooms. Not a big deal; we love to have them here and it's fun to see them going in and out in their uniforms. But a lot of the guys apparently only see each other during these gatherings, and celebrate a little more than they might normally...

OFFER: 60 Foot Tall Walnut Tree

The tree is in a fenced in yard and needs to be cut down. It is close to the fence and hangs partly over the neighbors garage. It would have to be taken down in pieces. The trunk is straight and clean and about 20 feet before it branches out.

I see, too cheap to call a tree service company, eh?
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I'm minding my own business, tending to my duties, when Dee from the front comes back and says there's a someone interested in adopting Mona, one of our pit bulls. "Great," I say. "I'll be right out." I tie up a leash to Mona who promptly puts on her game face and does her best "I'm cute, take me home" prance and dog smile. Out to the front we go.

( I hope all of your dogs die! )

What a day. Poor Mona. I'd post her picture, but I don't want to give away where I work :-P

[from my e-mail]

NASA and Internet Archive, a non-profit digital library based in San Francisco, made available the most comprehensive compilation ever of NASA's vast collection of photographs, historic film and video Thursday. Located at http://www.nasaimages.org the Internet site combines for the first time 21 major NASA imagery collections into a single, searchable online resource. A link to the Web site will appear on the http://www.nasa.gov home page.

The Web site launch is the first step in a five-year partnership that will add millions of images and thousands of hours of video and audio content, with enhanced search and viewing capabilities, and new user features on a continuing basis. Over time, integration of www.nasaimages.org with www.nasa.gov will become more seamless and comprehensive.

"This partnership with Internet Archive enables NASA to provide the American public with access to its vast collection of imagery from one searchable source, unlocking a new treasure trove of discoveries for students, historians, enthusiasts and researchers," said NASA Deputy Administrator Shana Dale. "This new resource also will enable the agency to digitize and preserve historical content now not available on the Internet for future generations."

Through a competitive process, NASA selected Internet Archive to manage the NASA Images Web site under a non-exclusive Space Act agreement, signed in July 2007. The five-year project is at no cost to the taxpayer and the images are free to the public.

"NASA's media is an incredibly important and valuable national asset. It is a tremendous honor for the Internet Archive to be NASA's partner in this project," says Brewster Kahle, founder of Internet Archive. "We are excited to mark this first step in a long-term collaboration to create a rich and growing public resource."

The content of the Web site covers all the diverse activities of America's space program, including imagery from the Apollo moon missions, Hubble Space Telescope views of the universe and experimental aircraft past and present. Keyword searching is available with easy-to-use resources for teachers and students.

Internet Archive is developing the NASA Images project using software donated by Luna Imaging Inc. of Los Angeles and with the generous support of the Kahle-Austin Foundation of San Francisco.

Ok, a few days back in fanfic rants, some lady doesn't like the lack of warning on the type of sexual content in her transformers fic[warning: this link contains writing about sexual transformers] and the writer finds out, and she is apparently deserving of being tortured by supernatural beings for eternity for not liking her transformers porn.

eta: sorry for the repost, but deleting is for well..wimps.