So sometimes in self check I get busy and people get impatient when they need verification for their alcohol. They’ll ditch it, and I’ll find it a few minutes later and put it away.
Today, after a very long day slammed with people since I had gotten there, a guy says in a confused manner ‘Ma'am? Can you help me?’ and I turn, see alcohol, cancel everything, and set it aside. He then asks 'did I do something? What’s going on?’ and as it turns out. It’s his items.
I cancelled his entire order on accident and I felt so bad that I scanned everything myself at the actual self check register and kept apologizing. He said he’d worked 11 years of retail and totally understood, so in the end we laughed about it, but damn that got me super on edge! Thankfully a nice lady came through and let me hold her kitten, so it wasn’t all bad lol.
“an advantage of having aces in LGBT is having more cake :)” just wondering when will you ever shut up with the embarrassing infantilising “aces bake cake because its soooooo much better than sex and they draw dinosaurs and eat mac and cheese and hold hands uwuwuwuwu”
We have ears of corn on sale 4 for $1 and there was this customer at one of the self checkouts, he was at the one that tends to malfunction every now and then so I didn’t think anything of it when he moved to another one. I was at my register cleaning and I saw the man move from the other machine to the one across from it and so I walked over to the podium and watched what he was doing.
He had left his corn on the other machine and was ringing up his other items. Not once did he ask for help, and I didn’t know what the issue was until he was leaving and said, I’m not paying $28 for corn and walked out.
I looked down at my screen and saw he had put in the wrong corn since we sell corn in packs for 3.99 or 5.99 and when he had put the number in, his total for the corn was $28 instead of $1. If he had just asked for help, I could have put the code in and done it for him. It’s okay to ask for help, guys.
School taught me that not knowing things was embarrassing.
After multiplication quizzes, I’d be called to the front of
the room and asked if I had been studying in front of the “boob tube” since my
scores were so low. Everyone would laugh. I was usually great at math, but this
was the first time I was stuck.
I never failed a test until college. I was studying to be an
engineer and failed many tests. Even typing this up it feels weird. Like it
should be a secret and maybe these shortcomings can still come back to haunt
Tests were long and intense. Once, my 36% was a B. The
teacher was impressed if you got through part of one question. Some tests were
worth 20% of your grade and only had two questions. That means an entire letter
grade was determined by a single problem. You had to know everything.
I made the mistake once of skipping over one of those
highlighted grey boxes with side information in my textbook. There was a
question on the test about that one paragraph in that grey box. I could tell
you the page number, but not what was written there.
My manager at my first real job gave me the exam for my
certification. After each question he would ask, “Are you sure?” He told me
never to guess. Guessing gets people hurt. Just say “I don’t know” and look it
up. Always look things up. Information changes as we learn. Memorizing means
you could know old data. In school, saying “I don’t know” is shameful. At work, saying “I don’t know, but I’ll get back to you” was vital.
In Johannes Kepler’s first book, he though the planets moved
according to platonic solids and used meticulous math to prove it. However, he
is remembered for his later books where he proves himself wrong. He used
observational data obtained from Tycho Brahe to determine orbits were actually
I made two failed tests into platonic solids to remind
myself that learning isn’t knowing everything at once. Knowledge should be
pliable. Learning is a lifelong endeavor that isn’t meant to be done alone.
10th grade picture day. I wanted to look nice, so I wore new light-wash jeans and a strapless blue shirt. I also started my period this day (no, not for the first time. That was in 7th grade) which, I guess at this moment in time, decided it would become really fuckin’ REAL all of a sudden.
You can probably see where this is going.
I sit down on the chair to take my photo, get up, walk out of the hall, and feel… well, let’s just say “damp” to put it lightly. I go to the bathroom, turn around, and see that I had completely bled through my jeans. And I’m not talking about a little spot. Imagine murdering someone, having them bleed all over the floor, then plopping down in that blood and standing back up.
To this day, I have no idea if I left anything on the chair I sat in for picture day, or if anyone noticed, but how could they not have? Lucky for me, I had a sweater in my locker that I tied around my waist, called my mom in tears to pick me up, and went home.
That night I forced myself to start using tampons.
I was signing up for health insurance today and I had some questions so I called a help center… I was getting help from some girl and she asked to have access to a “screen share” thing to help walk me through the application process and whatnot. So obviously I was like “aight dat cool” but I TOTALLY FORGOT THAT SHE’D BE ABLE TO SEE MY DESKTOP BACKGROUND … … AND WELL … .
ALL I COULD HEAR WAS MUFFLED LAUGHTER ON THE OTHER LINE
Imagine Remus being traumatized after he barged into the bedroom where you and Sirius were making out. “Why would you.. I mean.. what did you do with her- why do you do this to me, padfoot? I can never sleep again..I loved to sleep”