http://www.makepovertyhistory.org Go Pump Yourself: Fun fun fun

Go Pump Yourself

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Fun fun fun

The fun continues at the slice of hell I call work.

Yesterday when I walked in I just had a feeling it would be a crappy shift. I don't know why. As soon as I got there - 15 minutes early - Cuntina tells me she had to run out. I should show up 15 minutes late and see what happens. As usual, I'm a good person who tries to do the right thing, blah blah...

A customer is there picking up their car and since its technically still Cuntina's shift, she should deal with it, but she's too busy running to the bathroom for the tenth time in ten minutes. I'm about to charge the customer's card, when Cuntina grabs the invoice from me and says, "where did you get these numbers, these are wrong," she punches some numbers into the computer with her long witch like fingernails and comes up with THE EXACT SAME FUCKING TOTAL I DID! She starts lecturing me about how I should make sure its the right amount, etc, in front of the customer, and I just yeah her and wait for her to fucking leave.

The rest of the evening is pretty uneventful. Then a girl with a hands free cell phone and tons of jewelry walks in asking for a pack of cigarettes, not once stopping her telephone conversation. She hands me her ID and in big letters "UNDER 18". It turns out she's going to be 18 on Friday. I told her the same thing a bouncer at a club told me years ago, "come back on Friday.".

About an hour later two really fucking obnoxious super hebie kids with beanies come in, talking in Yiddish/Hebrew and obviously about me and the people I work with. One kid demands a pack of cigarettes and I ask for ID. He's barely over 18 but I had decided I didn't want to sell to him and made up some obviously bull shit story that we only sell to 21 and over. It was so transparent I had to laugh. They start saying they're going to sue, they're going to get me fired, they're going to call the police. I drank my coffee and happily served other customers. The hebie kids asked one of the guys that was hanging out, T, if this was right what I was doing, and he said, "Don't ask me, I'm off the clock." then they asked if he would by them cigarette and he told them he didn't' smoke which is a HUGE Lie. Finally I sold them cigarettes, after making them wait like 10 minutes.

The rest of the night was great, one of the tow truck drivers got me a Stupidly huge cup of coffee, then one of my friends visited and kept me company for a little bit. I'm working again on Saturday, that is, if my paperwork wasn't so screwed up beyond repair. Then again, I didn't get an angry phone call from the Bookkeeper, YET.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home