| Visitors Since 22nd April 2008:
|
Supermarket
Soap
Daily life
behind the
counter
www.supermarketsoap.co.uk
Contact Us | The
Store Manager | 22.07.08: Drive Offs,
Stoners, Getting Stuff For Free, Gigglers and Rocking Streaming Song Of The Day: Burn In My Light by Mercy Drive Free MP3 Of The Day: 7,8,9 by Barenaked Ladies So, I think it's a pretty much global thing that fuel prices are going up and up. Although, oddly, I have heard that all the major supermarkets (read as not SF) are putting their prices down, and are getting into a price war over petrol prices. Anyway, because of rising fuel costs, more and more people are doing what we call in retail a "drive off". This is when you fill up with fuel, get back into the car and drive off with the fuel without paying. And last night we got hit by masters in the art of the drive off. The driver stood with his back to the camera, and the passenger hid. Guessing the number plates were either fake or stolen too. Thing is, I actually respect these guys last night. They hit us for £68, which is probably a tank of fuel. Most people who do drive offs take £10 or £20, nothing worth writing home about. I've always said that if you're going to do a drive off deliberately, then you might as well hit us hard, rather than take a few quid. I mean, once we had a drive off for 82p. Now, I think I've said before that I actually like stoners. They come in, get crisps, get papers, and leave. Last night was different. Last night I could have cheerfully choked the stoner I had to deal with. First of all he comes up with a huge basket of stuff and hands it to me telling me what it is. I've worked in the store 5 years and I am almost 30, I think I know what Doritos are. Then his card gets declined, which I always hate because they either run out the store, or act like I've told them I've personally emptied their bank account. So, he went to his car to get the money, and in the process held up not only me doing the newspaper returns, but also three customers behind him. So, then he comes back with a tatty ten pound note and buys his stuff. But instead of leaving he just stands there. I hate it when this happens. I swear some customers believe we are psychic, and we know why they are standing there. So I ask if he wants the receipt and he mumbles "no". So I ask what he wants and he mumbles "dunno...oh...wait...Rizla". So I sell him his Rizla and he shuffles out the store. I think I might be the only one who has noticed this trend, but it's a really up and coming trend. And it seems to only come from Eastern Europeans, and a few chavtastic Englishmen. Basically it goes like this - I'll scan their stuff and they'll tell me they have fuel on such and such pump, so I put it in, then they laugh and say "Or is for free?" or the Chavtastic "So, it's free, yeah?" I don't get it. I mean, why would you go in to a petrol station and think the petrol was free? It's our reason for being, to sell petrol. And we sell about £100,000 a week of it. I mean, I think these are people who think the phrase "It's free?" magically means you don't have to pay for things anymore. I've never mentioned this before, and I am still pondering if it's my anti social side, or a pavlovian response. I hate people who giggle. One or two giggles I don't mind, but when they walk around the store giggling the entire time, and at stupid or nonsensical things, then they annoy me. One of the worst offenders was last night. This stupid girl who was actually sober came in giggling with her drunk boyfriend, and they were in the store for 20 minutes, giggling at what seemed like every item in the store. And what did they buy? A packet of pink and white wafers. And petrol which they had put into their car earlier, and which the girl told me between giggles, hilariously, she thought maybe I would have forgotten about. I smiled sweetly and said that if customers didn't pay for their petrol, we just sent the police after them. Funnily, she stopped laughing. Lastly, I was awesome last night. OK, slight bragging, but I think it's deserved. The chilled delivery came to 185 cases. I had it finished in an hour and a half. Even Slaphead had to admit that I was good, and that I had done the bulk of the work, namely because I did. There were 185 cases of chilled, and 89 cases of dry stock. And I helped Slaphead with the dry stock after I had finished the chilled stock. The funniest part was when he came up to me, literally patted me on the back and said "You can go for a cigarette when you've tidied up the aisle". I grinned and told him that I was going to anyway, whether he had given me permission or not. He said "I'm your supervisor, I tell you when you can go for cigarettes!" and I grinned and said "I just did 185 cases in an hour and a half, finished your 89 yet?" Permalink | |
Podcasts Are being worked on... Archives April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 Blogroll Vandaweb Simple Man, Simple Thoughts The Purple Blug |