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Apr. 28th, 2003 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakToday started out mildly annoying. Ye olde stomach pains were back again, for starters. I made myself eat some breakfast anyways. When I work from 11 to 4:40 I don't get my break til after 1 at the earliest, so I knew I needed some food.
Then I ran into difficulties with Fran. She was the first cashier on duty, at 9 am. Therefore she had to go on register 13, the one next to the tobacco, sports cards, and YuGiOh junk. This pissed her off. She hates 13. So do I, for that matter. The set up of the counter's completely different from the others. There's no good place to put full bags when an order's too large to fit into two bags. There's no shelf attached to the credit/debit machine for people to write checks on or sign their credit receipts. The platform to deactivate screamer tags is in an awkward position. Etc., etc., etc.
However, when you're first on duty, you _have_ to be there. It's the rules. Management wants somebody guarding the YuGiOh cards from shoplifting kids, and keeping an eye on the tobacco. Also, federal access laws require at least one lane wide enough to accomodate wheechairs be open at all times. Lane 13 is one of the four we have that size.
Fran evidently went into a snit before I got there and somehow managed to get permission from one of the managers to switch over to a different one once I showed up. I didn't know this. So, when I signed in on the clipboard, I picked register 12. I don't much like 13's layout, reg. 10 has been acting up lately, and the others are too narrow for people with chairs or large objects in their carts.
I went over to 12. Fran got quite annoyed with me, and told me I had to wait to open a register, because she was leaving 13, and wanted 12. Now, this got _me_ annoyed. There were three people in line behind the person she was currently helping, and I could see more approaching. Waiting til she switched meant delays for the customers. Switching lanes just because she doesn't like that one was... silly... even petty. Besides, 12 wasn't the only choice she had to switch.
I was going to just say 'Screw it' and open 12 anyway, but evidently Fran had taken the empty drawer out of 12 and put it in 13. Why, I can't imagine. ::sigh::
So, I went to 10. Which gave me trouble for half the shift. ::grumble, sigh, mutter:: I knew itwould, but I certainly didn't foresee how much.
It would tell me my password was 'out of range' when I'd try unlocking my drawer. It would refuse to scan an item the first time I ran it across the scanner. It would beep, indicating it _had_ scanned an item, but not show the item name and price on the screen until the third or fourth try.
The 2 button stuck for a while and made it impossible for me to enter in cash and check payment amounts. I was in the middle of a transaction with a lady who had no credit card with her. I had to either finish it or void it out entirely. When we tried the void it kept telling us the system was busy, then went back to normal, without completing the void. Sarah, the supervisor, who had been temporarily on lane 8, had me switch to 8 while she fiddled with 10 trying to get it to work. That required a reboot, in the end. Which didn't work.
While it was rebooting again she went back on 8 and had me go to the self-serve checkouts. I reminded her I wasn't trained on them and didn't know how to open up the four terminals. She told me to just use the main terminal and the handheld scanner for 10 or less items, because we needed to get the lanes moving at something better than a crawl. She was right, but I don't know why she couldn't have gone on the self serves.... ::shrug:: Between the switch to 8 and the switch to self-serves, because I was still using 10 as far as the system was concerned, I had to be given two different sets of passwords. Us lowly cashiers really aren't supposed to know all that. Finally, we had the free time to fiddle with 10 some more. We ended up having to reboot. Then it stuck again, on the very first customer I took, requiring _another_ reboot.
Through all of this, Fran never did switch to 12, even though we had a couple lulls where she could have had the time. ::rolls her eyes:: Finally, at 2 pm, she left, and Sarah told me to switch my money to 12. Ironic, ne?
Like I said, mildly annoying. ::shrug:: But aside from that, I didn't have too rough a day at K-Mart. Customers were polite, and had no real odd requests. A couple of them had checks declined, but none of them got abusive about it.
The stomach pains faded enough by the time my break arrived for me to eat a sandwich. By the time I got to Gilles they hadn't quite vanished, but were close to negligible. As I write this they're practically gone.
Gilles' shift was about normal. One customer came in wearing an MST3K shirt. ^___^ I coveted it immensely. It was black, with Crow's head and torso dominating the front, and "You know you want me baby!" printed above him, with the MST logo on the bottom. I can't recall any specific episode where he said that, but it's just so... so... Crow. ^_^
I hadn't thought about the series in ages. I wonder if the whole series is available on DVD somewhere... ^_^ I'm not sure I'd want to own the post-Joel episodes. But I know I'd like to have the ones made before he left, and I'd like to rent some of the post-Joels I missed.
Somebody remind me to check Blockbuster, please. And remind me to look for a website selling those shirts, if any still exist. I want to put it on my wishlist. ^_^ Nah... on second thought I think I'd prefer Tom Servo if there's one. He was much cooler.
Tomorrow's the gardening outing with my aunt. I'll theoretically be off to bed in a bit so I can be awake at a decent hour for it.
Keep in mind my use of the word 'theoretically', though. ^_- If I give in to the craving to catch up on more old Sluggy comics, I may not be asleep til 3....
(No smartass remarks about my choice of music, please. That song was playing over the intercom at K-Mart today, and it's firmly lodged in my head. :b )
Then I ran into difficulties with Fran. She was the first cashier on duty, at 9 am. Therefore she had to go on register 13, the one next to the tobacco, sports cards, and YuGiOh junk. This pissed her off. She hates 13. So do I, for that matter. The set up of the counter's completely different from the others. There's no good place to put full bags when an order's too large to fit into two bags. There's no shelf attached to the credit/debit machine for people to write checks on or sign their credit receipts. The platform to deactivate screamer tags is in an awkward position. Etc., etc., etc.
However, when you're first on duty, you _have_ to be there. It's the rules. Management wants somebody guarding the YuGiOh cards from shoplifting kids, and keeping an eye on the tobacco. Also, federal access laws require at least one lane wide enough to accomodate wheechairs be open at all times. Lane 13 is one of the four we have that size.
Fran evidently went into a snit before I got there and somehow managed to get permission from one of the managers to switch over to a different one once I showed up. I didn't know this. So, when I signed in on the clipboard, I picked register 12. I don't much like 13's layout, reg. 10 has been acting up lately, and the others are too narrow for people with chairs or large objects in their carts.
I went over to 12. Fran got quite annoyed with me, and told me I had to wait to open a register, because she was leaving 13, and wanted 12. Now, this got _me_ annoyed. There were three people in line behind the person she was currently helping, and I could see more approaching. Waiting til she switched meant delays for the customers. Switching lanes just because she doesn't like that one was... silly... even petty. Besides, 12 wasn't the only choice she had to switch.
I was going to just say 'Screw it' and open 12 anyway, but evidently Fran had taken the empty drawer out of 12 and put it in 13. Why, I can't imagine. ::sigh::
So, I went to 10. Which gave me trouble for half the shift. ::grumble, sigh, mutter:: I knew itwould, but I certainly didn't foresee how much.
It would tell me my password was 'out of range' when I'd try unlocking my drawer. It would refuse to scan an item the first time I ran it across the scanner. It would beep, indicating it _had_ scanned an item, but not show the item name and price on the screen until the third or fourth try.
The 2 button stuck for a while and made it impossible for me to enter in cash and check payment amounts. I was in the middle of a transaction with a lady who had no credit card with her. I had to either finish it or void it out entirely. When we tried the void it kept telling us the system was busy, then went back to normal, without completing the void. Sarah, the supervisor, who had been temporarily on lane 8, had me switch to 8 while she fiddled with 10 trying to get it to work. That required a reboot, in the end. Which didn't work.
While it was rebooting again she went back on 8 and had me go to the self-serve checkouts. I reminded her I wasn't trained on them and didn't know how to open up the four terminals. She told me to just use the main terminal and the handheld scanner for 10 or less items, because we needed to get the lanes moving at something better than a crawl. She was right, but I don't know why she couldn't have gone on the self serves.... ::shrug:: Between the switch to 8 and the switch to self-serves, because I was still using 10 as far as the system was concerned, I had to be given two different sets of passwords. Us lowly cashiers really aren't supposed to know all that. Finally, we had the free time to fiddle with 10 some more. We ended up having to reboot. Then it stuck again, on the very first customer I took, requiring _another_ reboot.
Through all of this, Fran never did switch to 12, even though we had a couple lulls where she could have had the time. ::rolls her eyes:: Finally, at 2 pm, she left, and Sarah told me to switch my money to 12. Ironic, ne?
Like I said, mildly annoying. ::shrug:: But aside from that, I didn't have too rough a day at K-Mart. Customers were polite, and had no real odd requests. A couple of them had checks declined, but none of them got abusive about it.
The stomach pains faded enough by the time my break arrived for me to eat a sandwich. By the time I got to Gilles they hadn't quite vanished, but were close to negligible. As I write this they're practically gone.
Gilles' shift was about normal. One customer came in wearing an MST3K shirt. ^___^ I coveted it immensely. It was black, with Crow's head and torso dominating the front, and "You know you want me baby!" printed above him, with the MST logo on the bottom. I can't recall any specific episode where he said that, but it's just so... so... Crow. ^_^
I hadn't thought about the series in ages. I wonder if the whole series is available on DVD somewhere... ^_^ I'm not sure I'd want to own the post-Joel episodes. But I know I'd like to have the ones made before he left, and I'd like to rent some of the post-Joels I missed.
Somebody remind me to check Blockbuster, please. And remind me to look for a website selling those shirts, if any still exist. I want to put it on my wishlist. ^_^ Nah... on second thought I think I'd prefer Tom Servo if there's one. He was much cooler.
Tomorrow's the gardening outing with my aunt. I'll theoretically be off to bed in a bit so I can be awake at a decent hour for it.
Keep in mind my use of the word 'theoretically', though. ^_- If I give in to the craving to catch up on more old Sluggy comics, I may not be asleep til 3....
(No smartass remarks about my choice of music, please. That song was playing over the intercom at K-Mart today, and it's firmly lodged in my head. :b )
