Self Checkouts (Post 3)

Update: On June 9, 2012 I returned back to my first job and began my employment (again). Yes I will admit it was hard to swallow my pride and ask for my first job back even though I knew I could do it and I was good at it, and getting paid more at another place. The point is I have a job, I am a very happy camper and I am glad I will be getting paid because I was running out of funds to be pulling money from. Hopefully I will be getting paid more over time because going back to $8.00 an hour is so depressing, makes me want to stay home.

As I started my shift today I was faced with the daunting task of watching the four self checkout machines my store has. Yes, there is one person manning four of these machines, and mind you one of them doesn't even accept cash so that's a mess of problems itself. It all started when I walked in, I was faced with the task of using these machines that I hadn't been around in months, usually I am quick on my feet and not easily overwhelmed but today I found myself wearing shoes with lead and being so stressed out I was begging to be relieved for my thirty minute lunch. But that's besides the point, let me tell you why I was so stressed out with these machines of mayhem, as I so lovingly call them.

I am in charge of four machines, yes I've probably said it four times already, I have to go between four different people and help them with their orders. And it always seems that the people that shouldn't be using the machines, want to use them!

1. You got your old folks who can barely answer their cellular devices let alone use the self checkout machine.
2. Then you got your children, children love machines, they think its a big ol' toy made just for them. It has pretty colors and the machine talks, beeps, and has several noises that delight the young ones.
3. Finally you have your out-of-towners, the ones that don't speak a lick of English and want you to do everything.

Did I mention I am running a self checkout machine? I am not running a I'm going to do everything for you machine. But as previously mentioned people love using this machine especially when they don't know how to use it. Mind you, I'm a patient person and I love my customers, I don't mind helping little Miss Gertrude or Mister Harold who doesn't remember who to enter the produce but I refuse to help the lazy woman who can't read the words in front of her, with symbols, logos, and signs. I don't understand how someone my age wouldn't know how to figure out this machine! For goodness sakes, you use an iPhone which is more complicated than a self checkout machine at a grocery store. Give me a break! It is hard to pass the barcode across the machine and put it in the bag. It is the most frustrating thing for me, to watch some young man or woman struggle while Jim Bob and Hannah Lee who are ancient are doing it easily. Frustrating I tell you! This job makes me want to loose my faith in humanity.

Another thing I despise, as previously mentioned, is when people want me to do their orders. Yes they want me to do the self checkout machine which defeats the purpose of having a self checkout machine. Time and Time again I find myself saying, why can't we just hire four people instead of having four machines, which will break and have glitches and errors. You have one person babysitting four machines when you could have four cashiers instead. If it was up to me, I would get rid of those damned machines and their automated voices telling you to "please put your phone number in," "please place the item in the bag", "do not remove bag until item has settled", do we live in a world where you can't understand basic instructions, why!

Finally, I will mention my biggest pet peeve with this annoying piece of junk that I just want to tear  apart until all I have is a large heap of wires and scrap metal. I hate it when people come to the self checkout machine and they have three carts full. No! No NO NO! Did mention this drives me insane, because I have to be the one that tells the mother with five kids and a lousy husband that she needs to go to one of the vacant lines. I don't understand why people are so compelled to use these machines. Maybe it's the fact that you can bag items yourself, which you can do at any regular lane. Maybe it's the fact that you can use coupons, you aren't suppose to be using in the first place, and the machine won't catch you. I don't know I just feel that at the end of the day I am the bouncer at the club turning people away at the velvet rope.

I just despise people who defeat the purpose of the self checkout machine, it is suppose to be fast, hassle free, and simple. You go there when you have less than 20 items, you go and scan your items and bag them yourself. Don't you go there if you have a bunch of produce, because I will simply tell you to go to a cashier's line and wait like a normal person. Unless you know your doing you will be wasting your time, sorry to say that people who think it is easier and faster. I have watched many a person struggle for an order that would have taken a cashier a couple of seconds. Self checkouts were intended for a younger audience who have few items and who want to go in and out. Not for large orders, lazy people, or slow people. Yes I said it, slow people, who shouldn't be near my machines in the first place. This is one angry self checkout attendant signing off, remember to keep on scanning and I'll see you next time for my next Rant from the Register, thank you.

I will be posting on my regular schedule Wednesdays and Saturdays. Hopefully I get a large and faithful audience I would love to have a youtube channel, and even my own website. Let's hope I don't get fired/quit this job. Have a wonderful day and keep on ranting.

Jobless

Hello my name is Jobless, how are you? It's been one month since I've been without a job and all I can say is that it's not as fun as fun as it sounds. I've applied to several places and answered many job ads; I even got a job interview and a large grocery chain but was told that because I didn't have an open availabilty on Sundays, I wasn't able to work there. I was quite upset, seeing that due to religious reasons, I wasn't able to be available on Sundays. Since that horrific interview I went back to my first job at the chain grocery store just to be told that the Store Director doesn't want me back. I'm jobless I have bills to pay, I can't collect unemployment, I'm desperate because I have 9 dollars and a penny to my name and I'm in college trying to survive on a quarter a day. It's been rough to say the least and I have considered lowering my skyscrapper high standards and working at restuarant. I don't know what to tell any of you with jobs, except to appreciate it. Appreciate the fact that you have a paycheck and that you don't have to worry about depending on other people. I guess we can safely call this a plea of desperation rather than a rant. But this has been my rant from the register and I wish you all luck on your job searches, your current job and your future jobs. Signing off!

Cashiers' Top Ten List (Post 2)

Cashiers, the front line of the store, standing behind their regal throne: the cash register. We are often the first people you see and most often the last people you see when you exit a store; we are the one's you encounter when you have a question and the one you complain to when you have a problem, but we cashiers have problems of our own and that's why I Rant from the Register.

1. Don't talk on the phone - You decide to take your order to the register, you pile everything on the conveyor belt or you leave it in the cart and then your phone rings and you decide to answer it in the middle of your transaction, this is the biggest mistake you could have made. Cashiers are human, I know it's hard to remember and when we are trying to ring up your order and you're in la la land talking about how this person you barely know is having problems,  and basically living out your soap opera dreams, I am at the register ringing up your order and instead of you paying attention and making sure you are watching the prices or telling me how you want everything bagged or handled you're still in la la land. Don't talk on the phone, think of going to the cash register like going to the doctor; what if in the middle of a very important check up your phone rings, will you answer it right there when the doctor is about to give you the test results? I hope you said, nope! So why is it when you are about to get groceries for yourself, that you decide that right now is the time to ignore how much you am spending just so that later on you can say "my cashier stole my meat" or "the cashier rang me up 8 dollars for apples", no the cashier didn't do anything you just didn't pay attention.
2. Don't throw your money at me - "hello welcome to so and so, did you find everything alright, thank you have a nice day". Where in those phrases did you see or hear, welcome to the strip club, please throw your money at me so I can perform for you. I hate this almost as much as when customers are on their phone, but throwing your money at me ticks me off. If a cashier has their hand out extended waiting for you to give them your money, why on earth would you just start throwing it, or as one customer told me delightfully, "I'm making it rain." Could you imagine if I threw your money at you, when I had to give you change, I just started pelting you with coins and dollar bills, could you even imagine the hoopla that would cause. I hate to use the term again and again, but cashiers are cashiers and we don't like money being thrown at us. I always ask people, especially why they ask why I get a sour look on my face, if they have a daughter. I ask customers if they have a daughter because it is easier for them to picture their daughter behind a register and some old man throwing money at her. Just remember, money belongs in the extended hand or on the counter but not being thrown at me like you want a lap dance.
3. Don't yell at me about prices - I don't make the prices, I don't fix the prices, I don't decide how much the prices are going to be next week; so why do customers scream at cashiers because the milk is 50 cents more expensive then at the local competitor, it beats me. Customers like to assume that cashiers know all the prices: in the store, at other stores, at the competitor's stores, and even what the prices are going to be 200 years from now. What grinds my gears, is when customers yell and accuse me of purposely raising the price just for them. First of all, you are not that important for me to even raise the prices just for you. Second of all, if I did raise the price of milk it wouldn't be a lousy 50 cents. If you have a problem with a price that is between you and the company, because not even the managers could lower prices. Next time you're at the register and you notice that cheese is a little more expensive blame the company and not the innocent person whose only job is to stand behind a register and scan your groceries.
4. Don't tell me, I pay your salary - Let me take a breath and try not to curse through this one, because of all the dumb things I have heard while being a cashier, this has to be on the tippy toppy of the list. Customers love to throw the fact that they have money and they are buying groceries at my store and that I have to do a good job because they are paying for my job. Excuse me customer, I would like: a raise, benefits, a retirement plan and next week off since your 5 dollar order is paying so generously for my salary. I love it when you come to my store, and shop and actually buy a couple of items, but please refrain from stating that your name is on my paycheck because really, it's the CEO, I hate to burst your little bubble but it's true.
5. Don't inform me of your problems - This is strictly business, I'm the cashier and you are the customer, I don't want to hear about your loose bowels or how your husband is leaving you for a younger woman. I don't want to hear about how you lost 20 pounds on Jenny Craig or anything like that. I don't want to hear your problems because you don't want to hear mine. Let me tell you about how I have bills to pay and this job can't even cover most of it so I had to get a second job and go to school so I can better myself and after this lousy job I have to go home and take care of my husband and kids. Please delight me in your mediocre response and sprinkle in the occasional, you poor thing. Customers seem to think that when they shop at their local grocery stores they are getting a free therapy session along with their deals and specials. I hate to inform you dear Customers of mine, in the words of Clark Gable from Gone with the Wind, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
6. Don't tell me about how the competitor is better - I dislike it when customers tell me that they are leaving because another store is better. Good. Do you want me to drive you over there too? Please let me escort you there because honestly, I could care less. I could care less if you went down the road as soon as you leave the store, because then you aren't my problem anymore. Customers think it really affects me when they tell me they are going to never shop at my store again and I'm sorry to say this but it doesn't bother me at all. Once you leave I will still get paid to stand and do something, most likely nothing. I don't get paid by the competitor so the fact that you are leaving doesn't phase me. Just like I tell customers all the time when they choose to depart ways, for every customer that leaves there are at least 10 that come in. Customers seem to think cashiers really care about them, we do and yet we could care less.
7. Don't let your brat cry at the register - I'm scanning my items again, nothing special, you're watching the prices and talking to me like a good customer or if you want to be a bad customer you can be on your phone and then your children start crying. I don't mean whining or just crocodile tears, I mean they are having a temper tantrum and throwing themselves in the middle of the aisle and trying to get run over by a cart as their screams fill the store and you are pretending you don't see it happening. I'm sorry but sometimes I feel like calling their attention and informing them that their rug rat is making noise. Many times I see this with young parents or parents with multiple children, a lot of times these young babies want to be held or very tired and you have them out at the store instead of having them take their nap. I don't judge parents, because I'm not a parent, and everyone is different, but sometimes you just want to smack a kid. I remember one thing, this child wanted a candy bar and the mother told him no and the child blatantly asked his mother, "Do you not have enough money because daddy is leaving you?" Parents don't let your child make you look like a fool at the register because once you leave you are going to be the butt of the joke for days.
8. Don't give me an attitude - this one is for cashiers, when I say Don't give me an attitude because your life sucks. I would take the customer who complains that her hair is falling out because Suzy dyed it wrong over the customer/cashier who wants to give me an attitude. What did I do wrong? I'm either working or being served and then someone gives me an attitude. For instance, you're the customer and I'm the cashier like always, and you come up to my line and no one forced you and you give me an attitude when I say hello, how are you. I'm sorry I didn't know that your day at work is rough and your spouse is giving you a hard time and the children want chicken instead or steak, but don't take it out on little old me. I'm just the cashier, scanning your groceries worrying about my own problems. And this goes to cashiers too, I'm sick and tired of going to your line and asking you how your day is and I get some bratty little response like "you don't care about my day." Cashiers no one cares about your problems or how bad your day is or how bad your boss is, your job is to scan my groceries and to pretend smile. Don't give me an attitude cause believe me you don't want me to give you an attitude.
9. Don't make me call the manager - "Don't make me call the manager on you!" A customer once told me because I packed her meat next to the frozen mixed vegetables. The sin I committed was inexcusable and unforgivable and she wanted to call the manager, what the hell is the manager going to do that I'm not going to do. I'm going to apologize and ask you how you want your meat to be handled and then I'm going to pretend that I don't want to rip your head off and flush it down the toilet several times as I laugh manically. I don't mind calling the manager if their is a serious situation or a question but many times when you ask, how come we don't have Kosher Easter candy or why the flowers only grow in the spring, there is probably an answer I can get without calling the manager. So don't threaten me with that simple statement, because I will be glad to call him/her and watch them try not to laugh at you.
10. Don't ask me for my name - now I can openly admit there are times I didn't wear my name tag for this reason, and it is because when I wore my name tag, and had my name printed on the bottom of my receipt and when it was even on my screen, customers still asked me what the hell my name was. When you want to call the manager, because I rolled my eyes or ignored a comment or didn't apologize fast enough for my poor meat packing abilities and you want to call the manager, the last thing I want to tell you is my name because in the five minutes of me being the only person in this store who paid you attention, you forgot my name that says a lot about your character. A lot of times I ask for my customers names, and I remember my regulars. I know Bill comes in every night before closing and buys a bottle of chilled wine, and I know Andrea comes in every night before we close also and buys two gallons of water. How come you can't remember my name for a couple of seconds, it's not that important but it's humanly possible to remember, I'm human too.

Let me say that cashiers aren't perfect and we do encounter people who are just miserable, I was one of those people. But not all cashiers hate their jobs and want to quit, I know people in the business for years doing what they enjoy. Cashiers are humans, they are your son or daughter, wife or husband, friend or foe. Put a face to the name and a name to the face, we are the people that make it or break. There are certain stores I will not go to because they point at the screen instead of reading out 5.45 or I won't go to another store because the cashiers all look like they just escaped from an insane asylum. Treat people the way you would want to be treated, believe me your order will go by quicker, you will get out of there sooner, and you will have a great experience because really no one wants to go to a store and leave miserable. This is one unemployed cashier signing off, remember to keep on scanning and I'll see you next time for my next Rant from the Register, thank you.

No work means no play

No work means no play and this cashier definitely has no work. It started when I got hired at my previous job; people never tell you that the hardest job you can have is being a manager especially when you are walking into a store brand new and you have to be the manager. When I walked into my previous job I walked in with every intention of this being my job for a while but I didn't like it. I didn't like it because of how it was run, how the cashiers acted, and of how management handled the store.

I couldn't change that so I continued to grin and bear it, I had to be trained as a cashier and was then moved into my line of work, counting money, and I was faced with much resistance. It started with little tests, to see how far I would let these new cashiers go. The little things such as bagging for their friends or talking on the register and I will admit even I do these things, but they were tests to see if I would chastise them or not. I let it go, my firm belief is that people are capable of behaving, management doesn't need to be on top of them for them to do a good job. However I was wrong again, these cashiers needed someone on their tail for every second of the day. Soon the time for tests were over, but for me they weren't. It doesn't help that I am a woman, it doesn't help that I'm not even 20, and it definitely did not help that management was not supporting me. Management left me out to dry and pushed me into the lions den. They say that customers are the harshest but I insist it's the cashiers. They are the judge and jury when it comes to how long a manager will stay, honestly I can agree that when I see a new manager come in I guesstimate their expiration date.

That is not the point, on whatever time limit they put forth. The point is from the beginning I had problems and I decided to hold them in and dismissed them as not a big deal, whether it was the gossip or stares or jokes, I dismissed it as child's play. I should have reported it but I didn't, i chose to report the fact that my bagger was commanding me to do things, go and get carts or to take out the trash. That problem was taken care of, but like many of the problems I faced I had to face them alone. It started with an incident, when one of my cashiers was feuding with one of the girls in the bakery. It did not help that the bakery girl was sister to a manager in the front, it never helps when someone is related in the store it creates an unprofessional work environment. Let me get back on track, the cashier was feuding for whatever reason, and I could say I was a work acquaintance with the cashier. Not a friend, someone I talked to at work. Because of this the bakery girl, who was friends with all the cashiers because of her relationship with her brother, gave me a hard time which resulted in the cashiers giving me a harder time. In the end the cashier left, and the bakery girl stayed, and the cashiers disliked me.

I may be wrong, I may be talking out my behind, but for me this was the turning point. Since then a certain cashier disliked me. I never knew what I did to her. Maybe I didn't jump high enough when she said to jump. Maybe it was because I took the job she wanted. I never asked but there was tension and it was building up and it built up to a climax recently, but we will get to that in a second. I had specific problems with two of the cashiers, I won't name names, but the people I worked with will know who they are because everyone knows who they are.

Companies love to keep employees, however it is my firm belief that if someone stays with the company and does not move up and stays stagnant in their position that should be moved to different departments to train. I believe this because I have seen this with my very eyes, cashiers who have been working in the field for three or four years and think they know everything. They think they can call the shots and tell a manager how to run the show. Now you might tell me, you let them run the show or call the shots or direct the flow. I had to. I said it, I had to. I had to, because I knew the history of the managers at that store. Do you remember some paragraphs above, cashiers put the expiration date on managers. Well these cashiers had it out for the manager before me and got her fired because she said something that became misconstrued and wrapped into something that was not said. I walked into that store in the after math and was scared for my job, so I held my tounge because I didn't want to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and be without a job and a lawsuit on my back. Like I was previously saying, the cashiers at this job had been there for a while and felt like they knew everything and here I was this young hot shot person calling the shot when they felt like I didn't know the game. How wrong they were mistaken. I knew the tricks, and the games, but I guess they forgot that I already did everything they did and more.

As I was saying, and if you can remember because I am ranting about everything, the time for tests came and went and I began to tighten my grip. I would command, because I believe if your manager says something you should do it because they are in a higher position than you. I would tell the cashiers to move from the furthest register away from me to the closest. One of the cashiers, that gave me a hassle, and when I say a hassle it's the nicest way I can say that made my life a living hell, did not like that I commanded and asked me why. This irritates me, that one single word, why. Why, is the determining factor between an obedient worker and a troublemaker. I simply stated the fact that I was the manager, and I walked away. The cashier followed behind me and in the office, in front of another manager, began to yell at me. She said that she deserves and answer and that I shouldn't have walked away from her and yelled and screamed nonsense. I didn't listen, I didn't care, never in my wildest nightmares of nightmares did I ever think I would be getting yelled at by a cashier. When she was through with her piece I walked out, I was in a rage and I walked out of the office and I went and did my job. The cashier came back to talk to the other manager who then nicely and calmly told her what she did was wrong and that she shouldn't have done that, it was bad. She was forced to offer me a sorry excuse for an apology, because between her stupid smirk and fake laugh it was hard to hear if she was apologizing or thinking it was a comedy act. I was than told that my approach at being a manager was faulty and that I had to be friendly with the cashiers for them to listen to me. My approach was simple, you disrespect me you get your hours cut and you get off the register. I was told I couldn't send a cashier home, let alone "write them up", a formal written warning. I was basically told to take it and let the cashiers mistreat me and abuse me.

The cashier of course never misbehaved to my face, there were comments behind my back and remarks made about me but I never cared for them. A child will talk behind one's back but an adult will confront the situation head on. The other cashier that made my life a living hell, she had a problem listening to managers also. I was told when I went into this position, that if the front was backed up I could call any department to help me. That means, if I need someone to bag groceries I can call the manager, the produce guy or the stock boy, if they were not assisting the customer, and they had to help me. This cashier was not on the register, her duty was to help with the nut department. I called her and several people, she did not come when I did call her and when she finally did, in front of the customers and cashiers, she yelled and said why was she being bothered and that she was not needed. I told the manager on duty, and informed him of my instructions that I was allowed to call anyone if I needed help, he informed me that she was having a bad day and to let it go.

If you are best friends with the managers, they will let you get away with anything. And I mean anything...it seems in this particular store that it was my fault the cashiers were not listening to me. I didn't smile enough or say hello often or talked to them on the right day. This being said I felt like everything was my fault, and everyday I would go home and feel terrible, ask my boyfriend he can testify to the days I would cry and complain and ask what I did wrong, what made them hate me so much. Small incident happened, the stares and comments. I even had one of the trouble making cashiers, put her fingers in a trigger and pretend to blow her head off. She would blow her head off then be in a room with me, and this made me depressed. Another small incident happened when one of the baggers and the other cashier that gave me problems, decided to shove ice cubes down the other cashiers back. This resulted in one of the cashiers screaming out and scaring the customers and manager. When the manager asked me what happened I informed him and he was walking with the cashier and she said I was lying. I had to then tell her how could I be lying if I just witnessed it with my own eyes, the manager then told her what she did wasn't nice. Everything in that store wasn't nice but no one ever thought of that. I was the bad one, and everyone else was doing the right thing.

As I was being pushed to the point of no return, I encountered that my managers lack of concern wasn't just for me but for my workers. One of the cashiers, who gave me problems, took it upon herself to yell at another cashier, in front of the customers and cashiers. Through the many problems I faced, I tried to just grin and bear it as my family and friends have told me. It wasn't until April 9th 2012, that I met my breaking point. I was on the cash register, and a customer came to me very upset, he was yelling and howling about how one of the cashiers, one of them that gave me hell, left him on the register for 20 minutes when she went to the bathroom. I told him I would call the manager, and as I talked to him and scanned the items and even bagged he calmed down and forgot the whole incident. However this upset the cashier, because I had told the man I would call the manager, not that I did but that I said I did. One of the other cashiers even called me and chastised me saying what I did was wrong, and even the though the cashier admonishing me wasn't a supervisor she still felt it was her right to educate me. When I went back to my register, the cashier who gives me hell was pulled out and I was told to move to her old one and that was when the cashier who gave me hell said I will make your life a living hell. I had enough. I went to the back and reported everything to the managers, saying I didn't want to go back. I sat crying and crying upset that the bullying, harrassment, and behavior had gone long enough. The front manager came to the back to see what was going on and the manager told him that I would not return to the front, this caused him to say that's what I expected. I wish I could tell you a happy ending but there isn't one, I came to the store the next day and relayed this message to my store director, indicating that I had faced harrassment. I told him I could not come back to work because I did not feel safe. I then gave him my phone number, because he had to "investigate" what went on. Instead hours later, I was told that what I had faced was unproffessional behavior, and he thought it was best that I do come back but not as a manager, but as a cashier, a lower position. As if to rub salt in my wounds, I felt like I was punished for speaking up and quitting. I declined the offer and since then no one has been fired or let go, let alone punished yet I am the one who is punished because I have no job.

My word of advice for everyone today is to report everything that happens to management, if nothing is done go to district managers, and follow the chain of authority. Speak up and let your voice be heard. You are all precious like diamonds don't let someone treat you like costume jewelry. I wish I would have never left my first job because I learned the grass is not always greener on the other side. I also felt like I lost, and the cashier won. She wanted me out of there and that is what she got. She got me to quit and she gets to keep her job. I remember leaving my store and seeing the new girl, who was training to replace me. I felt terrible for her, what if she faces the same behavior as me, or what if she gets lucky and gets to enjoy her experience there. All I know is that I can never return to that store. The management failed me, they were so concentrated on everything and everyone else that they shrugged me off. I don't feel bad for leaving the store at all, in fact I feel so much happier and stress free. I wish people the best of luck when they apply there because not everyone will face what I face. Instead I wish that everyone respects everyone because in the end, it's not personal, it's just a person just like you trying to get paid on the same day just like you. Thank you, this has been my rant from the register, hope to see you scanning.

Managers (Post 1)

Managers, you got to love them right? Wrong! I dislike my managers, I can't stand them! When I see one walk into the room I walk the other way, and when one starts calling my name it's like I'm Indiana Jones running away from that massive boulder, in that iconic scene. My managers, seem to be by the far the most difficult managers I have ever encountered in my life. For instance, I have one manager who like to give me all the jobs he doesn't want. He likes to just dump all the time consuming tasks on my job for me to do. I'm sorry but I didn't know my job was to make your life a little easier. Give me a break! Do your job, if you don't want to do it what

makes you think I want to do it. And then I have another manager, who is the spitting image of an unprofessionalism in it's human form. You can literally open the dictionary and look up unprofessional and his picture is there. He loves to flirt with every one and when I mean every one I mean every one! He also has the most interesting of moods. Sometimes you encounter him on a good day and sometimes you encounter him a bad day, so you have to pray that you catch him a good day. Lastly I have a manager who loves to curse. Yes I said curse, would you rather me say swearing? Anywho my potty mouthed manager loves to drop an F bomb here and there and sprinkle all the other four letter words in our conversations, demands, and commands. I'm sorry but whatever happened to not cursing in front of a lady, let alone your employee. And besides lacing everything with his profanity he loves to give me lovely little nicknames like "Grumpy". Maybe I wouldn't be so "Grumpy" if he would not curse so much in front of me let alone all my other managers harass me with their work loads and be unprofessional. Managers are suppose to back up their employees not make them go crazy with their antics. This has been my rant from the register, thank you!

By the way, I will be posting every Saturday and Wednesday. So look forward to the next post.

Introduction

Let me start out by saying this wasn't my idea. It all started when my boyfriend told me I should start writing a blog about all my mishaps on the register. You see I've been a cashier for almost two years, and I have worked from a cashier position all the way up to a manager position. I've seen it and done it and probably will do it. I hope someone reads this and gets a little insight, because this blog isn't for cashiers, this blog is for the shoppers and customers that frequent my line, so before I start posting let me first dedicate this blog to everyone and anyone that ever ticked me off, pissed me off, and rubbed me the wrong way; this one is for you.