#customerblabber

[tired7eleven]

have you seen what the trenchcoat kid did in the supply closet 😰

“Didn’t see, but I did hear.”

[tired7eleven]

accidently breaks the slushie machine and rans off

Reggie's eyes followed the customer as they darted out the door. At first, he thought it was another shoplifter taking some chips, but then he noticed the trail of red and green liquid and snapped his head towards the Slurpee machine with a horrified look.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He muttered while sprinting to the back to grab buckets, cloths, a mop, and anything that could help with the mess. Of course this happens when his manager isn’t here, which she rarely is.”

“Shit, shit, shit!” He frantically tried to move the two levers but there was no use. They were both not only broken, but stuck. A mess of Slurpee kept accumulating at his feet. Realizing there was no use in trying to stop it, he turned to grab two buckets. However, he was too quick and ended up slipping onto the cold, slimy floor.

It seemed like the steady stream of frozen sugary hell would pour for infinity. But of course, there was an end. When the contents of the machine were reduced to nothing but drops, there layed Reggie on the immense lake of shame. His ego battered and bruised, his uniform soaked with the nauseating saccharin substance, and a garanteed knee problem in his future from that nasty fall.

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[tired7eleven]

Would that be all?

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What? Questions? About the store or...?

Listen, if this is some sorta salubrity check I'll need t—

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Me? Now why would you wanna know stuff about me?

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sighs

Sure. Shoot. But make it quick, my shift's ending soon and I wasn't planning on doing any overtime.

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Uh, as you can read on the name tag, I go by Reggie, but my real name's Reginald. Reginald Steinmann.

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I'm 21, I go to Remington, and am studying electrical engineering. Not by choice, I can tell you that much. I wanted to go for something “simpler”, but my old folks wouldn't accept any career path that wasn't related to SMET or Medicine. Went with electrical engineering since it seemed doable enough. It sucks. But I guess I manage myself.

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It's whatever. At least I'm garanteed a good salary after I graduate. If I can find a decent job.

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You think I work at Sherwood's local 7-Eleven because I love this place? Hell no. I hate my job, plain and simple.

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I didn't exactly have a choice. I wanted to apply to some record stores, maybe a video store like Radio Shack, but no. My parents are determined to keep me away from music since they know that's my real passion. I needed to start saving money fast so I applied here knowing they were understaffed.

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The best part of the job? You're seriously asking after everything I just said? ... Fine. If I have to choose something, I'd say the employee discounts. I get cheap snacks for me and my bandmates so that's a plus.

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Right, didn't tell you. Yeah, I have a band. I'm lead guitarist. Parents don't know, though. So you better keep it between us.

Worst part is the clients, no doubt. You'd think the worst would be the drunks, junkies, or old creepy men... and some women too. But nah, highschoolers got me stressed each time they come by. They're loud, inconsiderate, it's clear they've never worked in customer service; or at all. They treat this place like their personal playground.

I have some special hatred for two regulars. Well, Smurfette isn't all that bad but her boyfriend? He spends too much time in here. Even before she started tagging along.

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Uh, yeah, she's always in blue so I call her like that. I call him Gargamel, if you care. I've never seen him without that long black trench coat. Hope they get bored and change hanging spots soon. If I find the supplies closet locked one more time I swear I'll call the cops and tell them some burglars broke in.

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Hm? Come again? ... Do I have a girlfriend? Is that like a part of your little questionnaire or...?

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Oh, uh, sorry, I'm just not interested in a relationship right now. Too much shit on my plate and all that, you know?

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No, no—! He clears his throat. I, uh, don't do casual stuff either... sorry.

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Right. Your total is $2.41.

Here's your receipt and— Oh, uh... Sure. I'll give you a call, I guess. Good luck with your project if it was even real to begin with.

Fuck, I talk too much.

List of important info about Reggie:

Full name: Reginald Milton Steinmann

He never mentions his second name because he despises it

He doesn't hate his first name but does prefer his nickname

Born in 1968 is currently (1989) 21 years old

Studies electrical engineering at Remington University because of his parent's wishes (demands)

Wanted to study music

To make up for it he's secretly a part of an underground garage band with some of his friends

Absolutely despises his job but he didn't have many options so he settled for it since he was on dire need to gain money

He had to start paying the installments for his guitar, which he bought on layaway

Has tinnitus due to attending concerts and gigs without earplugs

He began to take precautions after getting it though

He's aroace but doesn't know it is a thing so he just thinks something is wrong with him

Gets uncomfortable when people flirt or make advances at him

TW: Sexual Trauma When he was 19 he forced himself to have sex with a girl at a party thinking it would "fix him". The experience now remains as a very unpleasant and hurtful memory

His parents compare him to his older brother for as long as he can remember

Has depression but doesn't know it since it's "high-functioning" and well, it's 1989

He's always tired but barely sleeps, mostly due to his long shifts and late night studying. Somehow still makes time for band practice

His coffee addiction probably worsens his insomnia

Is very pessimistic and struggles to see the bigger picture

Often puts other's needs before his

Ok grades and an overall good student even if he dislikes his career

#1 JDronica hater for very valid reasons

Or Smurfette and Gargamel, as he calls them

He's really not unfriendly. In fact, he's overall very well mannered

He does curse a lot. Got told by his manager to watch out for it since it can upset some customers

Daily internal crash outs go brrrrr

Uuuuh random one but he hates pickles and has to fight the urge to gag whenever someone orders them on hot dogs

OOC

I won't be opening a main list. All Heathers rp blogs (movie or musical, doesn't matter) are welcome to interact. Feel free to ask him anything through the ask box.

I know in the movie the convenience store is called Snappy Snack Shack. So if you need him to be an employee there for an rp, I'm totally down. Otherwise, I will be treating the store as a 7-Eleven.

My face claim for Reggie is the actor Charlie McDermott. I've never seen any of his repertoire, sorry. I just searched for an average looking dude on Pinterest and went with him.

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[tired7eleven]

what do you think about that trenchcoat kid who always buys slurpees

“Gargamel? He’s irritating and a bit of a weirdo. Whenever he drops by I know my day is ruined. Guy hangs around the store like he owns the place. He plays with the Slurpee machine and makes a fu— a mess he doesn’t clean, enters restricted areas— Dude even jumped over the the counter once to grab a box of cigs.”

“Haven’t even mentioned his brainfreeze addiction, I think that’s what it is. And how he turns into a bigger ass— uh, a nuisance, when his girlfriend comes with. The days he doesn’t show his face around here are my favorites.”

[tired7eleven]

Can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Reggie really isn't faced by these types of customers, whom he calls "zombies." He deals with them all the time, especially during his morning shifts. So long as there isn't a line, he just lets them be until the wires in their brains finally move again.

[tired7eleven]

WHAT FLAVORS OF SLURPEE ARE THERE??? DO YOU SELL TURKEY DOGS????

When will people learn how to read? It’s always the same 2 questions too! The Slurpee machine says it on all caps and it's color coded: “CHERRY”, “LIME”!

You’ll never guess what’s next to those words to help their kindergarten levels of reading comprehension... A cherry and a lime! What else do they need?

And the hot dogs... THERE’S A FUCKING SIGN RIGHT ON TOP OF THE MACHINE THAT READS: “TURKEY HOT DOGS NOT AVAILABLE”! HE DIDN’T EVEN KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE LIKED THOSE UNTIL HE STARTED WORKING HERE! GODDAM—!

Ok, he needs to calm down. He’s an adult, he’s working. The client asked a question and he just gotta answer it. Probably for the millionth time.

“We offer cherry and lime Slurpee and unfortunately no, we don’t sell turkey hot dogs. I can get you a regular hot dog right away if you want.”

Nice, Reggie.

[tired7eleven]

Can you put up a no making in the 7-Eleven sign or something? PLEASE?

Reggie frowns, confused by the request. It sounds like nonsense.

“A ‘No making in the 7-Eleven’ …? No making what? I’m confused.”

“Doesn’t matter anyway. I can’t just put up random signs without my manager’s approval so, sorry but no.”

[tired7eleven]

*steals 67 bags of chips(

He watches as the person tries and fails to run away with all those bags of chips. In what world would that have worked? He lets out a tired groan and starts to pick up all the fallen bags. Some were stolen, sure, but most were now scattered all over the store’s floor and outside too. On top of that, he now has to follow the “robbery protocol” even if this could barely count as a successful robbery.

Fuck his life, man.