The events of today inspired me to make a second edition.
Some of you may have read my first Confessions. If not, you can now. Please, read that first before reading this one.
Ok, for those of you who have read the first one, here is my addition to the confessions.
I arrive at work to see the grocery side entrance surrounded by fire trucks and an ambulance. This was very surprising to me and so I hoped that nothing was seriously wrong at work. I walk in the other entrance and I hear someone shout out “GENEVA!” I turn and look to see one of the CSM’s calling me over. I rush over to her and I see her attention is to this elderly man. The next words I hear are ‘This man is having a heart attack.’ All of a sudden I became as stiff as a board. “He is what??” was all I could think.
The next thing I know the man is speaking about his medication. Turns out he left it in his car. The CSM is talking to the man and calls me closer. He starts to describe where his medication would be in his car. ‘It’s in the center console. It is nitroglycerine.’ I see him take out his keys and the next thing I know the CSM is telling him that I am going to be the one to get his medication for him. “I am what?” could she be serious? Can I handle that responsibility? I take the keys and after hearing his description I rush out the door to find his car.
Once I get to his car I press the security lock to make sure the alarm would not go off on me. There is nothing more awkward then going through some strangers car looking for medication. I open the center console, move the papers and I find: a toy car, dimes, and some golf thingies. What? No medication? But the man said it was there. I look again. And again. And again once more. Nothing. No pill bottle, nothing. I move on to the glove compartment. Nope, just the normal paperwork that is to be expected in the glove compartment. I look in the back seat and find nothing. I see a bag on the passenger front seat. This has to be it! Nope, nothing. How can this man be so sure his medications are in there if they are not! I lock up his car and I rush back inside. I see the paramedics surrounding him and I tell the assistant managers that I could not find his medications and I gave them his car keys. The paramedics assured me that they had everything under control.
Once that little debacle was taken care of I rushed to the back to clock in. After all that I had not even clocked in yet! I was a minute late. Damn it! I rush to the front end to see lines, long horrendous lines. I wanted to turn around and hide or even just run away. Once I reach the front there are no CSMs at the CSM podium. So I go and look for one. Right away one finds me and sticks me on a register. All I have to say about today is that that line I worked with didn’t end until after I clocked out from work. Why on earth was it so busy today? I have no clue and I can’t describe just how bad it was. It was just bad. The most interesting stuff happened as I showed up. My arms hurt and my hands are scraped up from working with the register. Yes folks, your merchandise does in fact inflict injury to us cashiers. The number of bruises, nicks and cuts I got this weekend are innumerable. Overall, this weekend the customers were not so bad and I thank thee. I am off to ice my wounds from today’s battle. Nighty night!
- Cashier Geneva
p.s. The reason the fire trucks were there originally was because a little boy had a seizure in the store.
No comments:
Post a Comment