scary cigarette lady
Jul. 20th, 2006 06:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukikageMmm, day off... *can't decide whether I should grin or just smile contentedly* Work was actually quite good today. All of the stock I was worried about having to put away tonight? Done by the time I arrived. There was also a really genki vibe going on that I couldn't totally pin down - something to do with there being a couple of extra workers and having fun setting up a sparkly Speedy Rewards display, perhaps. I must say, I also really like the assistant manager, who was working at the time. She seems very energetic and down-to-earth. I dunno.
I spent most of my time in the coolers, doing a mix of stocking the dairy and cleaning out the drink den (especially since the assistant manager told me that the district manager was coming in this morning and that things should look nice), and I felt that I got a lot done, but as usual, not as much as I would have liked. I'm most definitely a tortoise, which some might think is a good thing, but I've always thought that the true moral of the story is that the hare shouldn't have been so cocky and slacked off. I do need to get faster at these things, but I'm just hoping time (or more specifically, practice) will work its magic.
I actually let someone in early today. They parked outside at about quarter to six, and after five minutes I realized that he was planning on waiting there until we opened (unless he got frustrated and drove away), so I decided to let him in early, warning him that we weren't officially open so things were still informal (I still had the radio out and all that), and then I locked the door again after he left. The customer first, and all that. ^_^; There was also this kind of scary lady who seemed mad at me when I couldn't find the cigarettes she was looking for. Seriously, cigarettes confuse me, what with their 100s and lights and ultra lights and boxes and cartons and soft packs and menthols and every combination and permutation of the above categories... Yet another reason I hate the things. Anyways, then she got mad when Chris (the manager) helped me find them and had two in his hand, and she kept saying "one, one" and I was just like "I know - just because he has two in his hand doesn't mean we're giving you both of them", but whatever. I assumed she was just having a bad morning, and whether or not that was actually the case I did the customer service thing and wished her a good morning and apologized for the confusion. (I say the customer service thing, but I probably would have done the same if I didn't have to, partly because she scared me and partly because I try to always assume the best.)
So, I'm gonna watch some Doctor Who, then go to bed, then get ready for MAS.
Reminder to self: do laundry tonight!
I spent most of my time in the coolers, doing a mix of stocking the dairy and cleaning out the drink den (especially since the assistant manager told me that the district manager was coming in this morning and that things should look nice), and I felt that I got a lot done, but as usual, not as much as I would have liked. I'm most definitely a tortoise, which some might think is a good thing, but I've always thought that the true moral of the story is that the hare shouldn't have been so cocky and slacked off. I do need to get faster at these things, but I'm just hoping time (or more specifically, practice) will work its magic.
I actually let someone in early today. They parked outside at about quarter to six, and after five minutes I realized that he was planning on waiting there until we opened (unless he got frustrated and drove away), so I decided to let him in early, warning him that we weren't officially open so things were still informal (I still had the radio out and all that), and then I locked the door again after he left. The customer first, and all that. ^_^; There was also this kind of scary lady who seemed mad at me when I couldn't find the cigarettes she was looking for. Seriously, cigarettes confuse me, what with their 100s and lights and ultra lights and boxes and cartons and soft packs and menthols and every combination and permutation of the above categories... Yet another reason I hate the things. Anyways, then she got mad when Chris (the manager) helped me find them and had two in his hand, and she kept saying "one, one" and I was just like "I know - just because he has two in his hand doesn't mean we're giving you both of them", but whatever. I assumed she was just having a bad morning, and whether or not that was actually the case I did the customer service thing and wished her a good morning and apologized for the confusion. (I say the customer service thing, but I probably would have done the same if I didn't have to, partly because she scared me and partly because I try to always assume the best.)
So, I'm gonna watch some Doctor Who, then go to bed, then get ready for MAS.
Reminder to self: do laundry tonight!
