This thread is that place where chewers can share stories about their day.
Since everyone has that fear of being fired for violating some sort of confidentiality agreement that they signed to get their job, lets keep out the real names of those people that you work with as well as the name of your employer.
I work at a book store as a cashier. I still have no idea how to work the store's phone system. A cashier is not supposed to answer the phone because the closest computer that the store has which I can use to look up the information about any given book is 12ft away. The phone has a ten foot cord so only the people who work at the information desk answer the phone.
The store phone is such an odd creature. At times we get along great, other times it likes playing jokes on me, and then there are times when it hates my guts. The only thing I know how to do on it is how to use the store's paging system where I pick up the receiver press a button and say something like "Backup to the cash registers please." Simple enough, the hard part is when I put the handset back down because this is when the phone likes to play tricks. On bad days there is an ear splitting click over the PA system and mysteriously everyone on hold vanishes... One time when I put down the handset the phone switched to speaker phone. Not the normal type of speaker phone either, it seemed like it was only one way, we could hear the guy on hold but he still apparently was hearing the music of the hold system. Everyone in line could hear him humming out of key, I had no idea what button to press to make it stop, I in the end had to call someone over from info to correct the situation.
Customer's and their purchases.
Normally I don't make any comments about what someone buys unless it is out of idle chit-chat like "I've always wanted to read this book, do you like the author?" But every now and again a customer comes up with a purchase that stalls my brain for a second as It desperately tries to make me stop laughing. Mid September a fourteen-year-old girl walked in to the store in a costume that made me assume that she was on her way to a birthday party of some sort. She was dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, and she buys a book with a pretty flower on it that she wants wrapped to give as a present. Halfway through ringing it up I glanced down at the title which read " <a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1580050751.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" target="_blank">****</a> ". I paused for at least ten seconds as my mind rebooted then I continued to ring her up apologizing to her saying something like "sorry I just had a brain fart." Later as I give the wrapped book to her I smile and let out a little giggle, she looks at me in a very odd way and then leaves. At first I hoped that she didn't think I laughed at her, when really I was laughing at the complete contrast between her and her purchase, then I wondered if I had remembered to take off the price tag and vowed to double check the next time I wrap something.
Whenever someone buys a romance novel or a soft core DVD (we don’t sell porn unless you count magazines, What we do sell though are cheap Hollywood imitations of porn like the movie Showgirls) it is always a given that they will ask for it to be wrapped in our leopard print paper. And at the time that they ask for that particular wrapping paper they will let out a small giggle.
Sometimes when I ask a customer if they would like a bag they say, “No thanks, lets save a tree...” We only have plastic bags... but that is not what gets me, after all our bags are hidden behind the counter where the cutomers can’t see them. What gets me about that statement is that they are buying BOOKS. You know? The kind made from paper.
It’s getting late so I’ll stop here for now as I have to work tomorrow from 9 to 5:30 and I should go to bed. I’m not finished though and will be back to share more of my thoughts.
<<Edited to correct minor mistakes.>>