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Alright, things to bitch about.
Wanda, 'nuff said. This hag pisses me off. She always looks at me when I walk around like I am not doing anything or when I am bagging for her she tells me to stay on my fucking register. She always tells me to open up and do this and that shit. Frankly, I don't give a shit what you want Wanda. If I am not "working" and the managers don't tell me to do something else, shut the fuck up and die. By the time you do one order, I do three. If the managers want me doing something else and you give me that fucking look that I'm a slacking, die. Like today, after my break I was to help Tita with the cook out. So here I am bringing a L-cart with tables and she gives me that damn look like I'm not doing anything but fucking around. Naturally after that, I am to run errands, those fucking looks again happen. Just die Wanda. And before you people start flaming me that Wanda is sweet and all this other bullshit, shut up, I don't want to hear it. My opinion of her won't change, she just pisses me off because she thinks she is right and knows what the fuck she is talking about and that she thinks she is better than all of us young ones. Frankly, let the scan rate and effective % talk and then we'll start talking about who is better.
Cash back? Who the fuck invented debit cards? So here I am in the morning, and the first fucking customer buys like some shit and wants $40 cash back. Shit, who the hell comes into Kroger® buying one fucking item and wants $40 cash back. I hope he burns. Then the next fucking customer wants $20 cash back. What the fuck is up with that. So after fifteen minutes of work, I had to call Tita for a loan. Then the next fuckers kept asking me for cashback so I was down to no money again. Fuck them all! So a little bit after having no fucking money, I put my hand on the cash drawer and sign on so I can close the drawer. The drawer doesn't come out. I look on the keyboard, and fuck, it broke. The LCD screen was blinking an underscore and all the lights were glowing. after calling Tita for the millionth fucking time, she comes to inspect and tells me it was fucked, like I didnt't know. So I move to register 9, because 10 was also fucked, like every register.
Next, customers. A little bit after moving, I get some old fucking hag that bought a 12 pack of Coca-Cola®. Nice and dandy, but she also got ice (no, not ice as in Bling-Bling) and she put it in a fucking cooler! Not just any cooler, a cooler from fucking home! WHO THE FUCK BRINGS A COOLER TO A GROCERY SORE!? She tells me she has 4 bags of ice inside, opens it and shows me. At the end of the order I ask for the UPC of the cooler. She thought I had asked for the ice and she said there was four inside with an annoyed expression. I repeated myself and shes like, "I brought it from home! Good grief!" Serioulsy, if that was my last day there working, I would have said, "Bitch, you fucking retarded for bringing a cooler into a grocery store, I hope you choke on a pineapple. BURN!" Not only after that, she asked for help! Serioulsy who the hell bagged your groceries? ME! So I call Tita AGAIN and tell her she needs to help some old fuck to take a 12 pack and a cooler with 4 bags of ice to her car. Tita comes out and the old one is pushing the buggy out and Tita asks if she could push it and the old hag says, "I just need you to lift the cooler into the car." Holy shit, you wouldn't have needed help if you didn't bring a fucking cooler!
All of this happened in a period of 2 hours from 7 AM. Then at 9:30 AM Wanda came in. As ussual, she took a fucking long time setting up. Cleaning and some other old person shit, probably to piss me off, I don't give a fuck. I take my break at 10 AM. After my break I go and help Tita set up and run the cookout. Finnaly, I didn't have to endure Wanda for a long time. The cookout wasn't eventful, besides doing lot which sucked major donkey ass. Came home at 3:30 PM and played Tokyo Xtreme Racer 3 for an hour only to go upstairs and listen to some music.
-Paul
Wanda, 'nuff said. This hag pisses me off. She always looks at me when I walk around like I am not doing anything or when I am bagging for her she tells me to stay on my fucking register. She always tells me to open up and do this and that shit. Frankly, I don't give a shit what you want Wanda. If I am not "working" and the managers don't tell me to do something else, shut the fuck up and die. By the time you do one order, I do three. If the managers want me doing something else and you give me that fucking look that I'm a slacking, die. Like today, after my break I was to help Tita with the cook out. So here I am bringing a L-cart with tables and she gives me that damn look like I'm not doing anything but fucking around. Naturally after that, I am to run errands, those fucking looks again happen. Just die Wanda. And before you people start flaming me that Wanda is sweet and all this other bullshit, shut up, I don't want to hear it. My opinion of her won't change, she just pisses me off because she thinks she is right and knows what the fuck she is talking about and that she thinks she is better than all of us young ones. Frankly, let the scan rate and effective % talk and then we'll start talking about who is better.
Cash back? Who the fuck invented debit cards? So here I am in the morning, and the first fucking customer buys like some shit and wants $40 cash back. Shit, who the hell comes into Kroger® buying one fucking item and wants $40 cash back. I hope he burns. Then the next fucking customer wants $20 cash back. What the fuck is up with that. So after fifteen minutes of work, I had to call Tita for a loan. Then the next fuckers kept asking me for cashback so I was down to no money again. Fuck them all! So a little bit after having no fucking money, I put my hand on the cash drawer and sign on so I can close the drawer. The drawer doesn't come out. I look on the keyboard, and fuck, it broke. The LCD screen was blinking an underscore and all the lights were glowing. after calling Tita for the millionth fucking time, she comes to inspect and tells me it was fucked, like I didnt't know. So I move to register 9, because 10 was also fucked, like every register.
Next, customers. A little bit after moving, I get some old fucking hag that bought a 12 pack of Coca-Cola®. Nice and dandy, but she also got ice (no, not ice as in Bling-Bling) and she put it in a fucking cooler! Not just any cooler, a cooler from fucking home! WHO THE FUCK BRINGS A COOLER TO A GROCERY SORE!? She tells me she has 4 bags of ice inside, opens it and shows me. At the end of the order I ask for the UPC of the cooler. She thought I had asked for the ice and she said there was four inside with an annoyed expression. I repeated myself and shes like, "I brought it from home! Good grief!" Serioulsy, if that was my last day there working, I would have said, "Bitch, you fucking retarded for bringing a cooler into a grocery store, I hope you choke on a pineapple. BURN!" Not only after that, she asked for help! Serioulsy who the hell bagged your groceries? ME! So I call Tita AGAIN and tell her she needs to help some old fuck to take a 12 pack and a cooler with 4 bags of ice to her car. Tita comes out and the old one is pushing the buggy out and Tita asks if she could push it and the old hag says, "I just need you to lift the cooler into the car." Holy shit, you wouldn't have needed help if you didn't bring a fucking cooler!
All of this happened in a period of 2 hours from 7 AM. Then at 9:30 AM Wanda came in. As ussual, she took a fucking long time setting up. Cleaning and some other old person shit, probably to piss me off, I don't give a fuck. I take my break at 10 AM. After my break I go and help Tita set up and run the cookout. Finnaly, I didn't have to endure Wanda for a long time. The cookout wasn't eventful, besides doing lot which sucked major donkey ass. Came home at 3:30 PM and played Tokyo Xtreme Racer 3 for an hour only to go upstairs and listen to some music.
-Paul