Memoirs of A Cashier
After 2 months of being a Cashier at Yamaha, I have come to a few conclusions.
1) Cashiering is Boring. BOOOORING. Period. (But the pay is good... Heh heh.)
2) Westerners generally are very friendly customers. They say Hi, Thank You etc. But they are also the MOST irritating, problematic and f***ed up customers. Hate to say this, but its the truth. Basket, yesterday got 1 ang moh wanna exchange books, say she bought wrong book. But the correct book she wants is of lesser value than the wrong one she got. So we asked her to go get another book or pen or something to top up the remaining $3. But the knnbccb refuse. Say wat "No, I dun want anything else. Why can't u refund me the $3? I come here regularly to buy books u know." Knn la. Hate these people who think just because they come regularly then Very Important Customer then Damn Big liao. In Army terms, Screw You Understand??!!
3) Singaporeans generally are more quiet. They just stone there until transaction over then zhao liao. But at least they still courteous say thank you all that crap la. And its always the middle-aged/elderly aunties who talk to me, say i look like still in poly those shit la. Just the other day got one late 20s auntie (u call that auntie?) talk to me like know me so long like that then leave liao still call me "Xiao Di Di, Bye bye!" Puke.
4) Laughter is the best medicine. Whatever shitty customers complain about, just laugh like retarded fool. Always work. Tried and tested by me.
5) Everyone is a Sir or Mdm. And u thought once you leave the SAF, there's no such thing anymore. Maybe its just me la. But I greet everyone either Sir or Mdm one. Except for those whom i can obviously see are not Old enough to be Sir or Mdm. But the bottomline is: In retail, u are the slave. Some of these knn customers ah, take the book out of plastic wrapper to browse then dunno how to put back properly, any how throw. Then there was this kid who purposely ran around and misplace all the books he could reach. Knnbccb. Then I have to follow him aroound to put back the books he misplaced. Then went to ask his mother to tie her kid up can or not? She go tell the kid, "Now, Max, (or whatever f*** the little pest's name is) dun misplace the books k? Don't create so much so much trouble. (Ya, thats rite.)" Then the bloody kid say, "But I anyhow put the kor kor (read: me) will also put back one what. Then let him put lor." Knn la boy. U want I put the books in your mouth or shove it up your ass. Basket, spoilt little asshole.
6) Lastly, there are alotta filthy rich customers out there. Basket, pay $4660 for piano in CASH. Knn. Never see so many $1000 notes before in my life. Its like I withdraw every single cent from my account and throw it at a bloody piano. Wah lao eh, nothing better to spend $$ on issit??
Oh wait, I think i just said how poor I am.
1) Cashiering is Boring. BOOOORING. Period. (But the pay is good... Heh heh.)
2) Westerners generally are very friendly customers. They say Hi, Thank You etc. But they are also the MOST irritating, problematic and f***ed up customers. Hate to say this, but its the truth. Basket, yesterday got 1 ang moh wanna exchange books, say she bought wrong book. But the correct book she wants is of lesser value than the wrong one she got. So we asked her to go get another book or pen or something to top up the remaining $3. But the knnbccb refuse. Say wat "No, I dun want anything else. Why can't u refund me the $3? I come here regularly to buy books u know." Knn la. Hate these people who think just because they come regularly then Very Important Customer then Damn Big liao. In Army terms, Screw You Understand??!!
3) Singaporeans generally are more quiet. They just stone there until transaction over then zhao liao. But at least they still courteous say thank you all that crap la. And its always the middle-aged/elderly aunties who talk to me, say i look like still in poly those shit la. Just the other day got one late 20s auntie (u call that auntie?) talk to me like know me so long like that then leave liao still call me "Xiao Di Di, Bye bye!" Puke.
4) Laughter is the best medicine. Whatever shitty customers complain about, just laugh like retarded fool. Always work. Tried and tested by me.
5) Everyone is a Sir or Mdm. And u thought once you leave the SAF, there's no such thing anymore. Maybe its just me la. But I greet everyone either Sir or Mdm one. Except for those whom i can obviously see are not Old enough to be Sir or Mdm. But the bottomline is: In retail, u are the slave. Some of these knn customers ah, take the book out of plastic wrapper to browse then dunno how to put back properly, any how throw. Then there was this kid who purposely ran around and misplace all the books he could reach. Knnbccb. Then I have to follow him aroound to put back the books he misplaced. Then went to ask his mother to tie her kid up can or not? She go tell the kid, "Now, Max, (or whatever f*** the little pest's name is) dun misplace the books k? Don't create so much so much trouble. (Ya, thats rite.)" Then the bloody kid say, "But I anyhow put the kor kor (read: me) will also put back one what. Then let him put lor." Knn la boy. U want I put the books in your mouth or shove it up your ass. Basket, spoilt little asshole.
6) Lastly, there are alotta filthy rich customers out there. Basket, pay $4660 for piano in CASH. Knn. Never see so many $1000 notes before in my life. Its like I withdraw every single cent from my account and throw it at a bloody piano. Wah lao eh, nothing better to spend $$ on issit??
Oh wait, I think i just said how poor I am.
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