Toast Spread

8:10 am
My co-worker and I were chit-chatting at the register when this guy rushes in and asks us if we know where the toe spray is.
"Toe spray?" I say
The guy, impatiently: "Yes, the toe spray."
"Aisle 8"
My co-worker turns to me and mouths "Ewww."
A few minutes later the guy yells to me from down the aisle "Aisle 8? Are you sure? I don't see it."
"I'm sorry, sir. What did you need?"
"TOAST SPREAD!"
"Toast spread?" And I'm thinking, jelly? Does he want jelly? Nutella? What? Who says "toast spread" anyway? So I reply "Aisle 9?" Because perhaps he wants some butter.
He yells out "Are you guessing?"
"Yes. I do not know what you are asking for."
"Toast spread!"
I yell out to the same co-worker to help him out and I hear the muffled reply of her annoyed yet confused answer. "Sir, I have never heard it called that. Aisle 9. Sorry."
Apparently the man wanted toast bread.

Black Friday

Black Friday at my store was not as out-of-control as I thought. I got there at 7am, which is an hour earlier than my usual schedule. I rush up to the door and realize we aren't open. There are people waiting around already so I call my store and tell my boss to open up for me. He does, but then closes and locks the doors again. I go punch in and ask him  if he knows we open early. He said he wasn't sure so I told him that I was. "We opened early on Halloween, so why wouldn't we on Black Friday? And today isn't warehouse, so why else am I here so early?" He told me to go check with the boss. So I asked my store manager if we should be open now and he says "Its' seven, right? Why else would I schedule you?" I got some attitude with him and said he should tell the manager that. I knew what time we opened.

We were, of course, way busier than we usually are. Consequently, I didn't finish ordering the cigars. Could be trouble.

Black Friday Preparation

I got pulled off the register to take down two endstands and put up our "free" Black Friday merch on one, and the good deals on another. I didn't finish because we were pretty busy and I got distracted by various co-workers. So, sadly, I did not follow my boss's directions to "get 'er done".

Not On The Register

Thanks to the Good Lord and my bosses for not leaving me at the register all day. The new girl came in around 9am and I was relieved of my ringing duties, for the most part. Sadly, I did not print out my register report at the end of the day, so I have no idea how many suggestive sale items I sold. I did hang out in the candy and Christmas aisles for a better part of the day. And I got to chat with some much-missed co-workers. All in all, a much better day than yesterday. Even with my stressed-out boss telling me work faster.

I Do Not Like It Here

I was totally not excited about being at work today. I felt better after an energy drink. But I still did not want to be there. I hate feeling like that.

Clocking In Late

I have been having problems with a co-worker who cannot seem to make it to work on time. Normally I wouldn't have a problem, but he is my relief and if he is late, that usually means I have to punch out late. And I wouldn't mind punching out late if I didn't get 40 hours a week. But me getting overtime sometimes results in me getting yelled at. Also it seems that this individual does not have any remorse for his tardiness. So I spent a lot of time fussing about this guy this week. And karma got me because I had trouble getting to work on time this week. Yesterday I punched in six minutes late, and today I punched in four minutes late. This kind of tardiness irritates the hell out of me. The lesson here is that I should not have spent so much time fussing about and judging this guy about his tardiness. Because then I ended up being the late one.

My Chinese Boyfriend

A family was standing near my register and the small child began wandering towards the door. His father (presumably) yelled out to him " Don't go near the door! There are cars out there! You get hit, you die!"
I chuckled at his warning, only because it was so direct and intense. Although evidently the boy didn't recognize the severity of the situation and had to be warned again. "You get hit, you die!" When they actually were ready to be rung up, the father asked me how I was doing. I said "Ok."
"Ok. That's it?"
I looked at him and deadpanned "I'm thrilled to be here."
"Thrilled? Why? Is your boyfriend Chinese?"
I burst out laughing and assumed this gentleman was a Chinaman.