This is going to be really long, so I'm sorry, but I need to vent.
First, does anyone fucking understand what a closed sign means? It means I'm fucking closed. I was bitched at at least 5 times today because I'd put the closed sign on my cash so I could go for my break and some twat would come up and start putting their shit on my counter. The closed sign is RIGHT FUCKING THERE!
I lost it with the closed sign bullshit at the end of my shift, though, and I don't feel guilty about it at all. I was done at 7 while my coworker was there until close, so I always offer to close a cash for them. It's a lot less work at the end of the night and my coworker tonight always appreciates it. So he's at his cash, which is ahead of mine, with no customers. I'm at my cash, closed sign up, and I'm counting out my till when a woman walks right by his cash, comes to mine, and moves the fucking sign.
I looked right up at her, moved the sign back, and went back to counting. She looked at me and said "Are you serious? So nobody can take me?"
I looked at her and said "You literally walked right by my coworker. Also, the closed sign means that I'm closed. Thanks."
Honestly though, it's RIGHT THERE AND IT SAYS CLOSED RIGHT THE FUCK ON IT. HONESTLY.
Then I got into it with a coworker... Twice. The first time was during my lunch break. I was sitting with another coworker, we'll call her B. B asked me how many hours I was working this week because, "I swear you just live here."
I told her that I'm working constant six or seven day weeks and I'm getting exhausted.
That's when Fucktits pipes up and says "Y'know, there are people here who would love some of your hours!"
Being that I'm already tired and pissed, I shout "THEN THEY CAN HAVE SOME! SERIOUSLY! I CAN LIVE COMFORTABLY ON 25 HOURS A WEEK AND I'M WORKING 60! I'M EXHAUSTED, I'M BEHIND ON MY STUDIES BECAUSE I WORK ALL THE TIME, BUT PLEASE, TELL ME THAT I SHOULD JUST LOVE WORKING ALL THE TIME."
She rolled her eyes at me and fucked off.
Then when we were at cash together, I had a customer bitch at me because a sale price didn't come up. Now, this sale price wasn't even in the flyer and the sign was on a table in a far corner of Men's Wear. But I obviously should just know every single sale price in the store. That's when Fucktits pipes up again and says "That sale has been on since Sunday."
I looked at her and yes, in front of customers, said "I HAD SUNDAY AND MONDAY OFF, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS? ESPECIALLY WHEN NOBODY TELLS ME ANYTHING? OH RIGHT, I FORGOT THAT I'M PSYCHIC! MY BAD!"
I fixed the price for the customer, but she still said that she was going to complain about me because I didn't know the sale price and I straight up said, "Go ahead, what do I care?"
And then I had this customer, who just made my fucking day.
This asshole brings up a pair of jeans, I ring them in and say, "Ok, these are on sale for 50% off today," when asshole cuts me off and goes, "THE SIGN ON THE TABLE BACK THERE SAID 40% AND THAT'S WHAT I WANT."
I repeated myself, saying that they're 50% off, but he just kept getting more aggravated, so I just gave him the 40% and laughed at him.
I fucking hate people so much.