I hate when people complain to me as if I’M the SOLE REASON that we don’t take Mastercard. Mastercard won’t do a contract with the Dollar Tree. It’s not MY fault. If I had it my way, they would take it, so I don’t have to do a bajillion post voids because A. we don’t take it as a credit. B. You’re ass was too stupid to ask what we take for payment BEFORE you put $60 worth of crap in your cart.
Don’t get pissed of at me, as if I’m in control of it, when YOUR FOODSTAMPS don’t work. Because they’re on cards now, sometimes they don’t go through. It has something to do with a satellite apparently. If the satellite took a shit in space, then I guess you can’t buy YOUR CANDY AND POP WITH YOUR FOODSTAMPS…which you shouldn’t be able to buy on your ‘stamps to begin with.
I hate when people come in with floor-length fur coats, jewelry galore, drive Hummers and then whip out their foodstamps card. Give me a fucking break. I bust my ass working this shit hole so you can feed off the gov’t and MY TAX DOLLARS. How about you give me one of those rings since I PAID FOR IT ANYWAY. And I highly doubt all that shit are gifts.
I hate when I point in the direction of where something is, the customer points in the same direction, but is still confused so I have to take their asses to that item anyway.
Yea, we’re the Dollar Tree, but we still have rules and a corporate headquarters. You NEED your receipt if you want to return something. Why the fuck are you returning a one dollar item anyway? Really? We have rules that we have to adhere to; just because everything is a dollar doesn’t mean we’re any less of a company. We can’t just give you what you want. And just because everything is the same price doesn’t mean jack shit either. Items have different codes, and we need those codes for inventory.
You need your receipt to exchange something, unless you are getting the same exact color or something. The policy is on the back of the receipt, and RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE on the counter when you walk out. And on the website, AND Wikipedia.
I hate when people buy a drink, I put it RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEIR FACE on the platform, and they forget it. It’s RIGHT THERE!!!
No the balloon weights are not free, you have to buy them in addition to your balloons. You get free complementary helium. It’s a dollar! What else do you want from us?!
I hate when people don’t use the separator bars to separate their shit from the person’s behind them. This usually results in ME getting yelled at because of the CUSTOMER’S stupidity, AND me voiding shit off.
Ask us what we take as payment first. It’s not that hard. (When we first started taking Visa as credit, we had signs IN THE WINDOW AND ALL OVER THE DAMN STORE advertising the fact. But people STILL asked if we took Visa…)
Everything is ONE DOLLAR. It says so on the wall and pretty much everywhere else. Oh yea and on adverts on the RADIO STATION WE’RE PLAYING. (when we had those..we don’t anymore)
Don’t ask me “How much is my total now” after I ring up ONE item. Everything’s a dollar, so it’s going to be ONE DOLLAR MORE.
Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid. I’ve worked here for 2 years now. I know where shit is in the store, I know “how much” stuff is, and I KNOW HOW LONG AGO WE’VE HAD CERTAIN ITEMS. If you haven’t been here in 2-3 years, don’t tell me we had a certain item one season ago if we didn’t. I would know. And don’t tell me “well you had it x amount of years ago.” Well we haven’t had it in 2 years. DEAL WITH IT.
I HATE when people try to give me change AFTER I total and etc their order. I hate when they even fumble in their pockets as if they’re looking for change. You can’t do that shit AFTER THE FACT. And I especially hate when they try the whole “It’s simple math” bullshit and talk down to me. No shit it’s simple math, but I can’t dick around with the money after I totaled it in. And I REALLY don’t want to have to count anything more than I have to on a Friday/Saturday/Sunday when I’m already fried. And since I’m the cleaner and backup cashier, I have to deal with the MESS YOU MADE so I’m already pissed off.
If you have OVER 5 BALLOONS IN YOUR ORDER, PLACE AN ORDER AND DONT MAKE US DO IT ON THE SPOT. IT’S A DAMN SATURDAY.
DON’T come up behind me and ask me shit WHILE I’m cashing. I’m busy, tending to another customer. How would you like it if someone interrupted your order with a million questions?
Don’t buy a 54 cent card with a one hundred dollar bill. Oh, and we have the markers to check if it’s fake. :)
Don’t give me anything over a $20 bill when we FIRST open ya douche fuck. I’m not going to have enough change for your $100 bill at 9:00 in the morning. Or even 10:00 in the morning. And probably not 11, unless it’s a Saturday.
The toy aisle is not a child drop off center. And I am NOT a baby sitter, nanny, or maid.
Why is it that the people who make a mess of something, don't buy what they messed up? They also love to bring these items up to the registers and say they don't want it and give us MORE returns anyways.
Do you need me to hold your hand? I got shit I have to do. I have WORK I have to tend to. I told you where something was, I told you the aisle, which half it was in and what side, and maybe what it would be next to. Don't tell me you can't find it. OPEN YOUR EYES. I don't have time to play Huckle Puckle Beanstock with you.
And, if I go OUT OF MY WAY on a busy Friday/Saturday/Sunday, you better fucking say “thank you” and be polite and thankful. Don’t give me shit, I didn’t even have to go check if we had the stupid item you want; and I’ll bet no other employee working that day WOULD.
It’s ALWAYS the people that ask you a question WHILE you’re clocking in, that have a million parts to their question, and all you’re trying to do is get to the back to put your shit away and ask what your job is. Also, your shift hasn’t technically started yet, so wtf? I also LOVE when this happens in the winter when I have my heavy ass coat on, along with my purse, gloves, and scarf. NO I AM NOT OPENING, I JUST GOT HERE.
Stop putting money on the conveyor belts. Put it in my hand!
AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD pay on the OTHER side of the register, where the PLATFORM IS, where you can dick with your money. DO NOT pay where the conveyor belt is, and STOP telling me to stop the belt. I won’t. You are supposed to pay on the OTHER SIDE.
Also, the front walkway in front of the store does not double as a temporary parking space. I don’t care if you’re handicapped, there are handicapped parking spots ten steps from the door. You are blocking a STOP SIGN, an accident is waiting to happen.
I know what item you’re describing. You don’t need to go on about it.
Also, if we don’t have it, describing the item MORE when we DON’T HAVE it isn’t going to make it appear out of nowhere.
The box above the registers has light bulbs in them. GUESS WHAT IT MEANS WHEN THE LIGHT IS ON? Can you guess? CAUSE ITS NOT THAT HARD. IT MEANS THAT CASHIER IS OPEN. Wanna know what it means when that light is OFF? IT MEANS THAT CASHIER IS CLOSED. CONGRATULATIONS YOU FIGURED IT OUT. Don't come to my register when my light is off, it means I’m closed/closing. I'm trying to go on my break. or lunch. Or LEAVE.
You don’t have to take every bag down that in front of the bag you want. There are do-it tabs on them, with a cut out so you can just tip the bag and get it off the peg. But no. you DO take every bag off the peg, because you’re still a neanderthal.
What the hell is wrong with people? One of the people that used to work with us was transferred from another store. She told us that at her old store, someone took a dump in a bucket, and another time someone put a turned on, already used VIBRATOR in a bucket. Wtf? Nasty. And my manager reported back to us that when he went to a Rochester store, someone peed on the bottom shelf. Gross.
Cut the shit. People call and ask us if we have shower rods, DVD players, booze, cigarettes, condoms and I believe one time someone called for a mattress. Everything is a dollar, morons. You really think you’re going to get an item like that for one dollar? As for the condoms, we have lube though. Gross.
--Slave To The Dollar