New Schedule

You would think that with my seniority I wouldn't be the last to know everything, but apparently I was the last to know that our schedule is now being created by a computer. Sounds a little sci-fi, but I guess this new system takes into account people's availability and puts everyone on a rotating schedule. Also, according to rumor, the heads of departments will be scheduled only for midshifts. Call me old-fashioned, but I still think it makes more sense to let a human take care of what affects the other humans. Plus, who am I supposed to yell at when I get a shitty schedule?

Hot Advice

A good-looking regular came in and called me momma. She asked how many weeks along I am.
"Sixteen, I think."
"Really? Wow, you look a lot better than I did at sixteen weeks. You still look hot."
"Oh, well. Thank you!"

A co-worker asked me for advice regarding a woman. I'm just excited he even thought to ask me. I'm in with the in crowd.

Considerably Better

Today was considerably better.
Many of my calls were ignored and the registers seem to have a lot of bugs left in them, but my emotional well-being was much improved.
Sadly I was nine minutes late. Which I find hugely annoying.
The staff we had was great.

Don't Leave Me

Today was super-frustrating.
The guy who was giving me my breaks was at least fifteen minutes late for all three of my breaks. If he was anyone else, I would think he was being passive-aggressive. But instead I think he was being careless.
I was scheduled to go home at four-thirty. I didn't want to be too fussy, so at 4:40, I called someone to come up to the register. It was another ten minutes before anyone even came up. The woman who came up hadn't been trained with the new registers (we're not real good at giving people adequate training), so she was kind of useless. The manager I called either didn't hear me or chose to ignore me, until I saw him and yelled directly. I also called someone else to come up to register.
I don't know who the second shift is, because the woman scheduled isn't usually so disappointing. The whole day of my calls being ignored and my schedule being ignored was awful. Plus, I was hungry.

Is it possible to purchase Chore-Boy, a high-flame lighter, and a tire gauge without getting ready to smoke crack? The gentleman purchasing these items did not look like a typical crackhead, (overweight and pasty), but why else would he need these items together?

Thirdly, I found out today that my work b.f.f will be leaving at the end of August for a better paying job. I'm excited for her and very irritated for myself.

New Registers

I finally got to work on the new registers! I got my own sign-in ID card, which I will probably lose at some point. We had to shut them down twice today, and it took me awhile to figure out how to do stuff. But at least we got them.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Debit or Credit

"Debit or credit?"
I said as I took her card.
"Credit?"
I asked because she handed me the card.
"Yeah."
So I ran it as credit. And after I handed her the receipt, she holds up her card and says,
"This is a debit card. Did you run it as a debit? This is a debit card. You have to run it as a debit."
"Ok, well I ran it as a credit because when I said 'credit', you said 'yeah'. If you want to return all your stuff, then repurchase it, you can do so at the cosmetics counter."
She nodded so I called for a return in Cos.
Then a coworker came up to purchase his snacks and make snarky comments, and she continued to stand there. I put up a couple of cartons of smokes, noticed she was still there, and said,
"Did you need help with anything else?"
She smiled and shook her head. Then she said,
"What am I waiting for?"
"I was wondering that myself. What are you waiting for?"
"Well, aren't I returning this stuff? Isn't that what he had come over here for?"
"No, he came over to buy snacks and chat. Our returns happen in cosmetics."
"Well then what the hell am I doing? I can't understand a word you say, all your letters all jumbled..."
She finally walked away and over to cosmetics where she could talk to someone else about debits.

Free Advice: If you can't understand me, say "What?" or "Pardon?". Do not wait me out. Most people can't understand me, and I do not find it offensive if you tell me that you have no idea what I said. Because standing around like that is a waste of time.

LP

Loss Prevention came in to assess our situation, so I was extra cautious about potentional scams. I tried to call the managers to report several possible "situations" but most of the time they didn't answer.
The amount of insanity I have to deal with on a daily basis is astounding and a testament to the non-care of the mentally ill.

According to my regualars, I am having a boy. Or a girl. And it will be born on January 12. Still, I would not ask someone with my shape when I am due. These people have some balls.