Step 82: I Don't Even Know

I'm not really sure what my problem is lately with keeping up here. You'd think that in cutting back on Other Internet Things, I'd have time for this, but alas that be not true.

I think a lot of it has to do with not having much that is either interesting or relevant to write about, and the rest of it is in putting all the boring irrelevant stuff in my hand-written journal, because only I will see it. Run on sentence.

Anyway, I think what I'll do is just tell random stories from the day and toss the tallies at the end for good measure. Which is what I do anyway, but it makes me feel better to announce that that's what I'm doing, so there.

Also, I got Sandy back from the mechanic, and she runs beautifully now. She ought, as it cost $600 to get her that way. :\

Today's Story: The Obnoxious Hutterite

Okay: backstory. In the area where I live, there is a colony of Hutterites. I don't really know much about them other than they all speak with German accents and dress kind of like the Amish. And they annoy the crap out of me with their constant haggling. I do not work in a store where haggling happens. Ever. Pay up or get out.

Also, this month our pizza special is a large single topping for $9.99.

Enter Scott. The Obnoxious Hutterite. Apparently R had a difficult time with him on the phone telling him that ONE topping means ONE topping, not two. He was convinced that the pizzas COME with one topping, so in adding another, he shouldn't have to pay the extra $1.75.

He ordered a beef and onion pizza.

He comes to my register to pay for it, and, because the order has the onions marked, crossed off, then marked again, I am unsure which it is. So, I'm about to ask, when his phone rings. Not only does he not ignore it, or answer it and say "Let me call you back in a minute." but he holds his hand up to be in a "Shut up." gesture, and proceeds to take the call.

No, you didn't.

"Does that have beef and onions on it?"
"*phone conversation*"
"Your total is $12,50."
"*ends conversation*"
"I thought it was $9.99."
"That's for a single topping, does that have beef and onions on it?"
"No, it comes with one topping, so I don't have to pay the extra."
"That's not what I asked, does it have beef AND onions on it? It's a yes or no question."
"Well, yes' but it comes with--"
"No, the only topping your pizza comes with is cheese. Your TWO toppings are beef and onions. And it's $12.50."
"*phone rings again, and he answeres it, and proceeds to talk*"

At this point, I've got a line of customers behind him, and being that my last day is tomorrow, the Shortimers Syndrome has made me gutsier than I usually am. So, I took his pizza, and set it on the ice cream cooler.

"If you need to take that call, I need you to step put of the way, and I'll ring you up after these people. *voids out his transaction and smiles at the next person in line*"

Anyway, as it happens, I won, and Scott was pretty much flabbergasted that I put him in his place. But honestly. Don't come into MY store and first try to steal from me, then try to manipulate me, then waste my time, then get in the way of my other, nice customers. Just don't do it. Or I'll take your pizza away and make you stand in the corner.

With my last day being tomorrow, I find myself feeling rather less humorous toward the stupidity that I encounter at my job. Normally I laugh it off and go on about my business, but tonight everything kept making me more and more irritable until I finally locked the door and then it all went away because I was free for the night.

Except tomorrow it all starts over again. I have a good feeling the last night shenanigans will be fun, though, so I'm not worried.

Status: Flat BROKE.
Earned: $52.50 - taxes
Spent: $230 (Bank of Mom loaned me the rest)