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Sep. 13th, 2003 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, I think I made ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mettanna happy. I offered to lend her some Stargate tapes, so she could become a fan and convert completely to Stargate. She's now sounding extremly happy in emails and whatnot. I have done my good Fannish deed for the day.
I've got that sensation that my brain hurts again. Stupid, stupid Homebase. Traffic on the way there, so I fly in to try and find my clock-in card. Ha. Once again, I don't exist. After conversing with the manager, I get put on a till, and after an hour, the woman helping me leaves me, and I have to deal with the public by myself. Terror! Three hours with just my scanner between me and the complete and utter nutters I had to talk to. Lots of trauma with the cheque machine, stuff that doesn't have labels on and people getting shirty because the machine won't work. The worse one was at four o'clock, when I was due to leave. Someone comes up, and I start scanning his stuff through, and he had a lot. Then I get to a saw with no label on.
"I'm sorry, sir, did this have a label on it anywhere?"
"No. I got it from that shop over there."
"Ah, you've already brought it?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, I can't put it through the till without a barcode."
"It was £1.99"
"Yes, but I need a barcode to do that. The machine won't know what it is, otherwise."
"It's a saw."
"Yes, I know that, but are you sure there wasn't a barcode?"
"I've not peeled it off, you know!"
"No, sir, I'm not saying you did. Was it in a box for a special promotion? I can go and get the manager..."
"No. Just leave it."
And then he walks out. Literally. Leaving a trolley full of stuff with him. The person in the till next to him craned over to watch him leave, and turned back to me. "Ooooh. You got a nutter on your first day. Sorry about that." Nice bloke in the till next to me put the stuff away, so that was nice of him. In between nutters, my till being a pain, the cheque machine eating the cheques (oops) and no air-conditioning, it was a Bad Day. And I have to do this job now, whether I like it or not. I mean, I quite enjoyed it, really- I seem to have a flair for asking people if they have a spend and save card, telling them it's a lovely day for working in the garden, and that the colours on those plants are beautiful. But just the odd moment was just icky.
Oh well. I'm not working again until Tuesday, and I did get to lie-in until 10.00, which was heavenly. And I can lie in tomorrow, before I do my English and politics homework. Aaaaaaah.
~Hathy_Col~
mettanna happy. I offered to lend her some Stargate tapes, so she could become a fan and convert completely to Stargate. She's now sounding extremly happy in emails and whatnot. I have done my good Fannish deed for the day.I've got that sensation that my brain hurts again. Stupid, stupid Homebase. Traffic on the way there, so I fly in to try and find my clock-in card. Ha. Once again, I don't exist. After conversing with the manager, I get put on a till, and after an hour, the woman helping me leaves me, and I have to deal with the public by myself. Terror! Three hours with just my scanner between me and the complete and utter nutters I had to talk to. Lots of trauma with the cheque machine, stuff that doesn't have labels on and people getting shirty because the machine won't work. The worse one was at four o'clock, when I was due to leave. Someone comes up, and I start scanning his stuff through, and he had a lot. Then I get to a saw with no label on.
"I'm sorry, sir, did this have a label on it anywhere?"
"No. I got it from that shop over there."
"Ah, you've already brought it?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, I can't put it through the till without a barcode."
"It was £1.99"
"Yes, but I need a barcode to do that. The machine won't know what it is, otherwise."
"It's a saw."
"Yes, I know that, but are you sure there wasn't a barcode?"
"I've not peeled it off, you know!"
"No, sir, I'm not saying you did. Was it in a box for a special promotion? I can go and get the manager..."
"No. Just leave it."
And then he walks out. Literally. Leaving a trolley full of stuff with him. The person in the till next to him craned over to watch him leave, and turned back to me. "Ooooh. You got a nutter on your first day. Sorry about that." Nice bloke in the till next to me put the stuff away, so that was nice of him. In between nutters, my till being a pain, the cheque machine eating the cheques (oops) and no air-conditioning, it was a Bad Day. And I have to do this job now, whether I like it or not. I mean, I quite enjoyed it, really- I seem to have a flair for asking people if they have a spend and save card, telling them it's a lovely day for working in the garden, and that the colours on those plants are beautiful. But just the odd moment was just icky.
Oh well. I'm not working again until Tuesday, and I did get to lie-in until 10.00, which was heavenly. And I can lie in tomorrow, before I do my English and politics homework. Aaaaaaah.
~Hathy_Col~
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Eeehhehhehe! Just a little =oD I still can't stop grinning at the prospect!
That nutter at Homebase really does sound like an absolute, well, nutter! You brave thing, i would have long cracked by now, keep it up though!
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Date: 2003-09-13 07:27 pm (UTC)