Oh, right, you were talking about greeting customers. Never in my life has a store's salesperson asked me how I'm doing instead of a normal, neutral greeting (good day, etc.) or asking if they can help me with something (assuming I wasn't carrying already anything). Fortunately asking about one's tidings is not even a habit in Finland unless you really want to hear a real answer, and thus it's not an option with total strangers.
Usually you use that one when you first see them enter, otherwise, you can use, "Hello, did you find everything you were looking for?"Originally Posted by Buffalobiian
The problem with that is if they answer, "no, I need this or that," then you have to go help them find it or call someone to go help them find it, meanwhile there's a line of people waiting to check out, and you're halfway through scanning their order, so you have to cancel it out or wait for them to come back to finish processing them. It's a bad situation all around. Really it's best if you just ignore them and let them find their own way.
For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come... those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altogether and then where stands the sorcerer? Where the dreamer and his dream?
@Ani: no matter what your response is, they ask you to do that anyway.
@En: this is a bottleshop scenario.
I keep having to do overtime without being paid for it "because that's the culture". The manager has to work overtime, everybody in general works overtime. The casuals get paid for it though, while the managers get bonuses for running the store well. Us full-timers on the other hand just get paid a set salary which is only supposed to be for 38 hours per week plus "reasonable" overtime "when required". Don't you just love the wording?
And the balls of my foot having been hurting for 2 weeks now. I have to curl the toes of my left foot inwards so that I push off them instead of the balls. My self diagnosis is that I've popped one or more metatarsals out of alignment. I'm hoping whatever the problem is, that the solution is relatively inexpensive, quickly done, and fundamentally permanent. (I better have enough sick leave to cover this...)
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If it's not Isuzu-chan Mii~
At least you get a longer vacation using your overtime hours, if nothing else. Still sucks, of course.
@Ani:
If you don't have it, you reply, "I'm sorry, I'll see what I can do for next time," or "I'll let my boss know there is an interest for [product]."
If you do have it, it may be behind the counter (cigarettes, pint bottles, etc.). Grab it, and include it in their checkout.
If you do have it, and it isn't behind the counter, point to it, and then wait for them to go get it. Look to the next person in line, and apologize for the wait.
It's the service industry, and furthermore it's a package store, not something like a drugstore or a supermarket. It's really not that hard.
I don't get OT hrs. It's just free labour period.
@Ryll: they often ask you "could you get me x, y and z". You don't really have a choice but to get it for them (not that I mind if there's no line).
If it's not Isuzu-chan Mii~
Now I get perfectly why you started getting increasingly acquainted with your store's products. Forgive my lack of understanding earlier. Though I won't stop making jokes out of it.
My PSU blew up while I was in the middle of watching He's Just Not That Into You.
"Leaving hell is not the same as entering it." - Tierce Japhrimel
That sucks.. Good movie.
rip PSU
___---------------------------- "THE DROPOUT CREW"--------------------------------________Deblas, IfingHateTonTon, RyougaZell, dragonrage.________
________ we may fuck up alot but we always pull thru.
Buy a better one.My PSU blew up while I was in the middle of watching He's Just Not That Into You.
If it's not Isuzu-chan Mii~
Seems your PSU didn't like that crap either. I got to the contrived scene with Scarlett and Brad Cooper in the grocery store and had to turn it off.My PSU blew up while I was in the middle of watching He's Just Not That Into You.
For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come... those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altogether and then where stands the sorcerer? Where the dreamer and his dream?
I was watching the video Assertn posted with the kids enacting fight scenes and about 1 minute in I wanted to post my reaction without even bothering to finish watching what turned out to be an awesome video in its entirety. I fought the urge and finished the video before posting, but the urge to post is what worries me. I find I often skim or just watch the first minute of stuff before rushing to comment on it and usually not even finishing it.
And I a narcissist, or am I just too self-involved? Or worse yet, am I desperate for attention and recognition?
For God will not permit that we shall know what is to come... those who by some sorcery or by some dream might come to pierce the veil that lies so darkly over all that is before them may serve by just that vision to cause that God should wrench the world from its heading and set it upon another course altogether and then where stands the sorcerer? Where the dreamer and his dream?
Knowing your compulsions is good.
Read all of the stories in the story contest thread while you are aware of your compulsion and want to conquer it.
"Leaving hell is not the same as entering it." - Tierce Japhrimel
Sounds more like a byproduct of a brain accustomed to constant stimulation and instant gratification:
http://www.cnn.com/2011/HEALTH/06/23...corn.brain.ep/
<@Terra> he told me this, "man actually meeting terra is so fucking big", and he started crying. Then he bought me hot dogs
I'm not sure if Ani's urge to post is just the urge to make a comment when one pops up in your mind.
I followed that link of Xan's to the virtual-addiction test. I'm not sure if I'm just in denial when I say they don't really apply to me.
If it's not Isuzu-chan Mii~
I definitely suffer from popcorn brain. When I'm near a computer it's hard for me to want to focus on whatever tasks I'm supposed to be seeing to, rather than jumping online to do basically nothing of any real importance.
Also I realized how much of a sick-minded individual I've become from spending so much time online at some of the more nefarious havens of scum and villiany (*cough*4chan*cough*) when I read this paragraph:
I don't think I need to elaborate on any of that.Levy, a professor with the Information School at the University of Washington, tells the story of giving a speech at a high-tech company. Afterward at lunch, an employee sheepishly told him how the night before his wife had asked him to give their young daughter a bath. Instead of enjoying the time with his child, he spent the time on his phone, texting and returning e-mails. He didn't have to work, it was just that the urge to use the phone was more irresistible than the child in the tub.
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I hate my little brother. He's a thieving, soulless, parasitic meat bag drifting aimlessly through life on the coattails of everyone else, constantly looking for the next host to feed on. I wish him nothing in life but loneliness and misery followed by a slow, agonizing death. He has no respect for anything or anyone and cares only about himself. He's been given far too many second chances and opportunities to right his wrongs, yet still chooses to march headlong down the same line of worthlessness and depravity. I'm done. Fucking Done.
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