Showing posts with label Hobby Lobby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hobby Lobby. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

He's Going to be a Charmer in the Future

A few days ago at work I encountered the most sweetest transaction I've done ever since I started working in May.

A little four(?) year old boy that was barely as tall as my register counter anxiously waited in my line, looking left and right repeatedly.

When he got to the front of the line, he reached to hand me two red roses. As I smiled and said thank you, he asked me if I could hurry since it was his Mom's birthday in two days and he didn't want her to know that he was buying these roses for her.

They were the cheapest roses in the store, 99 cents each, but they were half off. When I told him the total was $1.06; pure joy just beamed from his face since I could tell he couldn't read the sign sales all around him.

He rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a crumbled one dollar bill and a handful of pennies, thrilled that he had money left over.

I gave him his receipt and he asked me for a bag so his Mom doesn't know what he bought. I handed him his bag and he grinned as wide as he could, exclaiming thank you, and ran to his (7?) year old brother to show him what he bought.

Right before he and his family walked out of the store he gave a smile and a wave in my direction.

It was the most adorable thing ever.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

If I don't get married, I'm going to end up as a cat lady.

A week or two ago at work, I encountered my first legitimate cat lady. How did I know that she was a cat lady? I shall explain to you-

1) She had no wedding ring or wedding ring tan line on her left ring finger.

2) She had various colors of fur on her sweater.

3) She was buying Halloween cat ears.

4) She was probably in her late 50s, early 60s.

But what confirmed it all was #5...

5) I asked her if she found everything okay, and she got really mad that we don't carry 'cat blankets'. I told her that we have some small baby blankets in the Wearable section, and that we have fabric so she could make one. But she scoffed and said she'd go elsewhere.

I'm confused, last time I checked Hobby Lobby was a hobby store, not a pet store.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Cashiers and Counterfeit Money

I apologize beforehand that this blog post is not meant to entertain, but more of a post that will let you get to know me better.

As a cashier, I handle hundreds of dollars in cash depending on the day at work. I'm a main cashier who does returns and purchases so often I can do over 200 transactions in an 8 hour shift including two 15 minute breaks and a 45 minute lunch. Some days I get one $50 dollar bill, sometimes I don't see them for weeks. Some days I get a few $100 dollar bills, sometimes I don't get any. But one of the bills I see in dozens are $1's, $5's, and $10's.

At my job we take many precautions so we don't lose company money from counterfeits. We have UV machines that we're supposed to use to check suspicious bills and bills over $50. If you get a bill over $50 you have to check it yourself, and get a CSM (Customer Service Manager) to check it as well.

A week ago, I encountered a peculiar $100 dollar bill; one of over half a dozen during that 8 hour shift. I checked it with the UV machine to see if the UV colored line showed up to ensure it's validity, and nothing appeared. I called over my CSM to see if she could see it, and she didn't. We then called the manager, an assistant manager, and another CSM to try and determine whether it was fake or not. In the end, it was a very, very old $100 where they didn't incorporate a UV light into the bill to help businesses determine whether a bill was counterfeit or not.

Last week I came in contact with a customer who was very rude to me in more ways than one, and seemed to be in a hurry to get out of the store. She paid in cash, and I saw a $5 that didn't look right to me at all. I thought back to when of my CSMs spotted a fake $20 a month earlier, and took into consideration that any amount could be counterfeited. It even felt different so I put the bill in the UV machine nonchalantly, as I tried to keep the conversation light with said customer. I quickly glanced at the bill but I didn't see a colored line appear.

I asked my assistant manager who thankfully happened to be nearby, if it looked fake to her. She asked if there was a colored line and put it in the machine, and then declared it to me that it was just an old $5 bill, and that I missed the line that was faintly glowing. The customer looked at me with a rude, judging look while saying, "Haven't you seen one of these before? His name is Lincoln, in case you didn't know." She and the person that she was with, was laughing to themselves about how I've never seen an old $5 bill, and how I'm so young and naive.

Lets just say that I don't appreciate teasing. At all. I have zero tolerance for teasing, negative sarcasm, playful insults, or anything of the sort. I encounter dozens and dozens of the new $5 dollar bills that look nothing like the new ones. Yes, I may be young, but that doesn't mean I'm naive. When I came in contact with $5 'old' dollar bills when I was younger, I didn't question the validity of them. Now, I see a huge difference in the old and new $5's.

I thought that feeling stupid and the embarrassment had come to an end last week, until my last shift at work. I was giving a customer her cash refund when she said, "I find it funny that you're giving me a $5 for part of my refund; seeing how last Friday you thought I was giving you a fake $5." I looked at her and gave her a fake laugh on how I haven't encountered an old $5 bill since, and I was just doing my job.

She then continued by saying she made a Facebook status about me and the situation, and how all of her friends were laughing at me and they couldn't stop talking about it. She kept going on and on about how hilarious she and her friends thought it was, and once again how young I am. I ignored the rest of her remarks, and kept to myself and only acknowledged her when I had to get her signature for the completion of the return.

I later found out that she's a retail business owner a few streets over. Knowing that, I think she should have acted more professional during that situation. It's common knowledge that experienced cashiers are trained to look for suspicious bills, and most people know that if they make one little mistake during their shift, it goes on their permanent record and the company loses some of their trust for that specific employee.

Emily Fun Fact: Don't tease me, be rude, playfully insult me, or be sarcastic to me. I won't tolerate it.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

"Old people love gives me hope for my love life."

So I know I haven't blogged in forever, and I apologize for doing so. Most work days aren't very blog worthy so I'd rather blog about entertaining topics than the opposite.

On Monday, I was at my register ringing up some nice customers and not so nice customers- but this one woman stood out in particular to me. Let's call her... Shaniqua.

(I'm checking out all of her items and putting them in a bag.)

Shaniqua: "I've never been to this store before, it's so quiet!"

Me: "Yeah, if they actually played music with lyrics you know I'd be singing along."

"Well, just make up your own song!"

-opens mouth and stops- "Hm... I'd have to think about it..."

Then I started singing the chorus to this song:



Her reaction?

"OOOOOOOH CHILD! You have a gorgeous voice!"

"Haha, thanks, it's the song that's been stuck in my head all day. I sing in choirs but I never do solos."

"You don't do solos? Ooooh but you should! My church would LOVE to have you in one of our choirs! How old are you?"

"Heh, well I'm too nervous to do solos. I'm 19, but I turn 20 in November."

"Oooh, you're looking young for your age! Child, that is a blessing, that is a BLESSING. We have millions of choirs at my church, I thought you'd do amazing in our youth choir, but it's between ages 12 and 18..."

She recites her Baptist church address up in San Jose.

Shaniqua: "If you ever want to come, I'm sure my choir would hand you over the mic and you could do a little something something in front of everyone!"

"Haha, I'll think about it."

She left waving, and I left work that day with a little bit higher self-esteem pertaining to my singing voice.