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[titusnowl]

Today they told me to be the door greeter.  Two problems:
1. They didn't tell me what to do when the alarm went off, so I was pretty much just waving peoples' bags over the register deactivatey thing and sending them home.
2. NO INTELLECTUAL STIMULATION WHATSOEVER.  "Hello! Would you like a buggy?  Here you go!  Hello!  Would you like a buggy?  Here you go!  Hello!  Would you like a buggy?  Here you go!"  Captain Feathersword could've done it if he were only strong enough to push the carts!  I need SOME sort of mental problem to keep on my mind to alleviate the tedium.  At least when cashiering I can at least try to play Grocery Store Detective and make guesses about people's lives based on what they're purchasing.  As a door greeter, the highlight of my day was when I got to park one of the motorized carts. 

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[emmycantbemeeko.livejournal.com]

It makes me glad to know that someone actually does the speculating thing. I alway speculate on the people ahead of me in line, and I assumed that was how cashiers kept sane. But my little brother is training as a cashier now, and he says he does not. Which I think sounds so stultifying I can't even imagine.

[welfy.livejournal.com]

I imagine that speculating is the most fun (if only) perk of being a cashier. :^)

sometimes you can't help but wonder

[chikkiboo.livejournal.com]

Customer: Man in his mid- to late 20s, with bags under his eyes and a weary, defeated stance.
Purchase: 1 gallon of bleach, extra-large package of diapers.