quichey asked me to discuss anything I wanted for December 19th.
So I guess have some work musings. I've worked in retail on and off for over ten years, and I've been shopping for much longer than that and I've never figured out the habit of people all coming to check out en masse at the same time. I mean, I get it at a crowded supermarket when there's so many people, so there are always people at the registers. It happens when I'm a customer. But at Cracker Barrel, even though there can be a lot of people there, it still confuses me how we can have customers come to the register one at a time, or have these long lulls, with no one around, and then bam, all of a sudden there's a line a half mile long.
Why do some people think it's okay to throw their bills at you? It hasn't happened to often at CB because the customers are generally nice, but it still happens. I know sometimes it's an accident but when it's not it just ticks me off. It doesn't take much effort to just hand it to me.
I'm not sure why people insist that smiling only counts when you display some teeth. I suppose some people only consider it a grin if you don't smile with all of your pearly whites on display. I've even looked up the definition of "smile" and the usage of teeth is not involved, but according to many at work, apparently that's their definition because I've been told that I never smile. I'm not a big toothy grin person, not unless I'm really happy. I get self-conscious because when I smile big, there's a lot of my gums on display and I don't like how it looks and my mom's even told me that it looks odd, so I get self-conscious and I don't usually smile that big. But I am polite and do smile at work. But it seems unless I'm smiling a loon, at all times, it doesn't count. People are constantly asking me what's wrong. I guess I just have one of those faces, that unless I'm smiling I look like I want to murder people.
I'm a pretty quiet talker, so a lot of people don't hear me when I talk, but there are also a lot of older customers at our store, so this doesn't just happen to me - but I love it when I ask someone how there day was and there response is "yep." Sometimes they just haven't heard yeah, and sometimes they have and that's still there response. I don't know why, but that makes me laugh.
I'm really sick of the music at our store. I'm not a big fan of country music in the first place, but the songs we have aren't just especially annoying because they're country, but they're played on an incessant loop. I'm starting to hear some of the songs in my dreams, which...grrr.
Sometimes I don't get how I'm, basically anyway, a writer and love to come up with words for stories, and yet somehow words escape me when I'm on the phone. I've had some awkward times at work when I've answered calls, and simple words like "employee" and "soup" seem to escape the grasp of my brain.
On the good side, I am starting to get the hang of being on the register and dealing with things like returns and upselling certain items.
So I guess those are all my work gripes for now. It could be worse. Not my favorite job ever, but it'll do for now.
Stacey