August 05th, 2019

For fucks sake, can I just get a hell yeah!

Day work is pretty steady. Night work is on fire. This past weekend was crazy busy. Tons of carts coming in overflowing with items. Things get backed up when there is that much product coming down the conveyor belt. I did my best to stay on top of it regardless of whether I bagging paper bags, cloth bags or plastic bags. 

One customer I got behind in because she had a specific way she wanted everything bagged. Once you are behind, there is no getting caught up quickly. It did feel like it took forever and normally the cashier jumps in and assist. This one cashier was in a very pissy fucking mood and was totally put out that I was still actively bagging with a ton of product still in front of me. She started bagging but then bumped into a cart and it all went to shit at that point. 

Next thing I know she is pushing carts just out of her way with little care about who would be in her line of fire. I was having jolts of stress each time she smacked the damn buggies around our space. I did one more customer with her and she was unable or didn't care to shake her shitty attitude off and there was nothing I could do to stop pissing her off.  When we finished that customer, I "bounced" to another cashier for a bit.  Shortly there after I was leaning in to ask if the customer wanted paper or plastic and she screeched for me to come help her bag (not help in a nice way). So I "bounced" back to her. 

I was so happy when she was pulled to the self check out to work and got her angry ass off the check out line.

We did end up having the same lunch so I saw her go into the break room and I chose to go outside to the smoker's lounge and sit my happy ass there. No way I wanted to spend 30 minutes with her in a tiny room. 

I am blessed she didn't work Sunday night. OMG that is the busiest night I have worked yet. Carts were lined up three deep at every register. There was a non stop stream of kids riding the mechanical horse behind me and the screeching and screaming was intense. It was a lot on the senses, but I made it through. I like the thank you for bagging comments from the cashiers and I like thanking the cashiers when they help me finish. It is a simple little dance that keeps kindness in the mundane. 

I know cashiers are rated on how many items per minute they pass over their scanner. I get that some of them are probably hearing they are not moving fast enough, but there is no place for ugliness in front of customers. 

The next customers who I bag for on her line will be confused at why there items were bagged so randomly.  I practiced it  yesterday. First, I don't touch any item with both of my hands. If it goes in one hand then it get placed directly in a bag. Second,  Don't worry if they have a cantaloupe hidden at the bottom of their cart, bag the damn veggies like there is no big item coming. If a big item comes, bag it by it's damn self.  Just two fist the process and get items into to any bags, but don't stop moving. Just keep bagging. 

I have decided that personally I like when I put my product on the conveyor belt. This way I have the items I want grouped together, together. All of my heavy items are together so They aren't sat on top of everything at the very end. This who process where the cashier is randomly pulling from your cart is hellish. 

I am of course overthinking all of this. My head gets caught in the endless thoughts of how to be better and what I did not do right. I have writing this down in hope of getting it out of my conscious thoughts. Some days it works, other days I just obsess all night long. 

​I start another 5 hour shift later this afternoon!  Joy!