#self check out

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[notanothercashiercomplaints]

How me, my manager and AP are looking at two customer take their sweet time checking out 30 minutes after we closed.

[a-littlelighter]

Anxiety driven shoppers

This post doesn't really have anything to do with the ed and ana stuff I normally write, but I figured it was worth saying.

Shoutout to all the people out there with anxiety that ABSOLUTELY LOVE SELF CHECKOUT!

I don't think they get enough credit. They make me so much less anxious. I don't have to worry anymore about people

•Watching what I buy

•Thinking I'm slow

•Not getting money out/put away fast enough

And I can calmly get my own things and scan them, put them the way I like/prefer in the bag, paying as slow/quick as I want, and walking out on my own with so much less worry.

I appreciate self check out and wanted to let you all know.

Stay safe and drink your water💙🌼🍓

[chelsea-beleren-vess]

Cashier Problem #394

Every time a customer comes up to my register and I'm just a little bit slow they say "you know pretty soon you'll be out of a job because a robot or self service machine will replace you" I just wanna laugh my head off and say "sir/ma'am, even if we only have all self check out machines there will still be at last one human making sure everything is ok cause not one customers can route out how to scan an item and bag it. No one can figure out the self check out machine no mater how many times a customer says our job is so 'easy.'" I'm not worried. I'll have a job making sure customers don't implode trying to figure out a machine.

[promptsforanewyear-blog]

You, as a joke, scan yourself at self-serve checkout.  Surprisingly, it beeps.

           Beep.

           I stared down at the screen.  Josh leaned over.

           “Looks like you’re only worth $4.16, my dude,” he said, his thin voice tinging with a snicker at the end.  “Look, you’re labeled as ‘homo’.  Ha!” He laughed.

           “No, this doesn’t make sense.  I don’t even have a bar code!” I replied incredulously, gesticulating at the screen. “This was just a joke!  And that doesn’t say homo, it says....”  I peered more closely at the screen.  “... Homo.”

           “The screen doesn’t lie, Naeden.  Good luck explaining this one to the counter lady.”  Josh snapped his gum, the pink bubble fizzing out as it popped.   “Is there something stuck to your shirt or something?”

           “No—dude, you literally watched me swipe my wrist.”

           “I wasn’t paying attention to you, I was paying attention the manager over there. Looks like she’s on her way over.”

           Sure enough, a young woman with mousy brown hair was sauntering over to the check out.  Her bangs were too long and fell into her eyes.  She tossed her head as she got closer, a streak of electric blue peeking out before slipping back underneath her curls.

           “What seems to be the problem gentlemen?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk.  “You guys are holding up the line.”  I looked between her, Josh, and the machine.

           “I, uh—“

           “You see miss, my buddy here,” Josh put his arm around my shoulder in a brotherly fashion.  I desperately wanted to punch him.  “He went to check how much he was worth, and it appears that he is not only worth $4.16, but also a homo.”  Josh’s shit-eating grin could have shattered a mirror.  I smiled sheepishly and stepped aside, trying desperately to cover my embarrassment.  

           The woman, whose nametag read  ‘Sheanine’, stepped forward and began to touch the screen.  I looked at Josh, who was shamelessly staring at her non-existent ass. I took my opportunity and shoved him.   He shoved me back just as Sheanine looked back.

           “Alright, I fixed it.  Sorry about that.  Our scanners are super sensitive and this guy Rob from corporate got fired last week and before he left he messed with our systems...”  Her voice trailed off, almost as if she had realized her audience and understood that we didn’t care about Rob or corporate or anything that did not remotely get us out of the store faster.  “I hope this doesn’t deter you from shopping here again,” she said with a smile.  “I’m going to report this right now.”  

           I smiled back at her.   She turned away.

           “Have a good day, guys,” she threw over her shoulder.  Suddenly, she paused, turning to look at me directly in the eye. “Oh, and no worries about the homo thing.  It scanned me as one too, and unfortunately I am but a mere heterosexual.”  And with that she was gone, her smile rattling around in my skull like the beeps emanating from the scanners around me.  

[chelsea-beleren-vess]

Retail Problems

When people say being a cashier is so freaking easy and you complain when cashiers have issues at their registers and that they shouldn't because it's so easy to be a cashier, yet you can't even work self check out and get all frustrated and complain and get all angry and start yelling that you can't figure it out.. NOT SO EASY IS IT??

[chelsea-beleren-vess]

Retail Problems number...let's say 1000

Y'all know that scene in the movie Office Space where they take that printer/fax machine into a field and destroy it with bats and other stuff? I wanna do that but with the self-check out machine. They never work...

[we-are-all-eventual-ghosts]

My receipt from Safeway saying “your cashier today was self”