My loot

Well, as previously noted, I went shopping with my mother the other day, and got a few things with part of my recent training bonus.

I didn't get anything all that fascinating. But hell, if I can't ramble on my own journal, where can I?

I got:
- a pretty card for my cousin's upcoming Confirmation

- some snacks

- a cute lil resin angel playing a harp. It's meant as a potted plant decoration, so it has a small stake in the bottomw for inserting into the soil. I added it to my potted hyacinths, and stuck the pot out on my back porch, so the now-dormant bulbs can get some sunlight and fresh air.

- a bottle of nail polish. Pale pink polish. It's such a girly-girl purchase. I can't imagine what got into me. I don't normally do the girly thing. I was such a tomboy as a kid, and to a certain extent still am. But, they were on the shelf as I went wandering down the aisles at Walmart, and that one just called to me....

Now I have very very pink toenails. ^_^;

What in the world's happening to me?

The ever-rising stupidity level of society

Why, I ask you... why do credit card companies grant accounts to people who have no idea how they work?

People who act like I'm doing something really spiffy when I reach over the edge of the card reader and push the right button for them without needing to look at the label. I work there, of course I know the buttons by now. Half the time all it needs is the 'credit' or 'debit' button pushed.

People with check cards who don't know the difference between debit or credit to begin with, and blink at me in confusion when I ask. It makes a difference in how your bank files the transaction, and how they assess the fees if you make more transactions than are allowed for free in a month. It's their money. Why do they not know how their own accounts work?

At the most basic level, it makes a difference in which buttons get pushed. If they want it as a debit transaction, even if I swipe the card through my register's reader instead of the reader on the little pole facing the customers, they need to enter their PIN on the keypad. I certainly don't know their PINs. That's the whole point.

People who get mad at _me_ when the card reader gets it's signals crossed mid-transaction between a credit and a debit, and we need to re-swipe the card.

People who think swiping the card more than once means they get double-charged. >_< If it doesn't print up the receipt for their signature, it hasn't gone through to their credit company, and they won't get charged.

Gahhh...

Or the real winner for today... the lady who brought a couple large rugs through my line. One of them had something slightly odd about the rug backing. Nothing that affected the appearance of the pattern on the top. Nothing that seemed to affect it's structural integrity. But she said it 'had something wrong with it', and 'Jeffrey from rugs' told her to tell me to call him and get his ok for her to get the price reduced. Original price was 35$ and some change. She wanted a good ten dollars off. I can't do that without verification.

So, I called over the intercom. "Jeffrey from rugs please call 255, Jeffrey from rugs, please call 255 for a price check." No reply. Called again a few minutes later. Still no reply. My line was starting to get a bit long behind this lady. I looked at the schedule, to see if there was anyone else listed for that department. There was nobody named Jeffrey listed in _any_ dept. Nor was their anybody lsted in the furnishings section. I schlepped over to the front end supervisor. He suggested I call Amanda, who was scheduled for domestics. Amanda never called back. After being paged twice. -_-

I went back up to the supervisor. He suggested I call the manager. The manager on duty, upon hearing what the lady had said, went quiet for a minute, then said "But we don't _have_ a Jeffrey working here. In any department."

She said if there was a slight defect, the most we could do was give the lady 10% off, and hung up.


I went back, finished ringing up her sale, with the percentage taken off, and mentioned to the lady that my manager said we didn't have any such employee. She blinked innocently and said nothing.

Gah.... people these days...