Patience is a virtue. In case you were wondering, patience is not my best attribute. In addition, shopping is one of my least favorite things to do. Everything that has happened today has tested my patience.
It all started when I woke up Evan and told him that I'd drive him to the bus stop so he could take a quick shower. Now the operative word in that sentence was "quick". I know quick is a relative term, but I do not define "quick" as a 20 minute shower when you only have a 30 minute time frame. Hence, he missed his regular bus and was forced to ride the "violent" bus which is closer and leaves later, but is much less desirable. He got all stroppy that I wouldn't drive him to school which was just not happening.
Owen has an after school activity today. He needed a form that had to be turned in today. It was ready and in a bright orange envelope which I handed to him on at least five different occasions, telling him to put it in his backpack. Finn and Owen left for the bus on time. I open the fridge to get the milk for my coffee. The orange envelope that I thought Owen placed in his backpack is UNDERNEATH the milk bottle! I'm all like, "Whuck?" I look at the clock and see that I have like three minutes to get to the bus stop and get it to him. Of course there are like a bajillion cars with no space to pull into traffic. I wait. I wait. I just go for it (thankfully, my Learner's Permit driver wasn't around to see it) and get to the bus stop right in front of the bus. Oh yeah.
I head to the grocery store with a detailed list. Everything goes well. Minimal aisle blockers, the OAPs are cheerful and awake and I get everything I need. Now I must digress. At our Giant they have these scan it things that you take around the store and self-scan your items before placing them in your own bag. I like this system a lot because I can pack my own bags whilst shopping and check out is really easy. Unless one uses coupons.
I am rarely a full-on coupon crazy person, but I had a lot of coupons today. Every time I attempted to scan a coupon, either it didn't scan or the sensor didn't register that I had slid a coupon into the coupon slot or the netherworld female cashier thought the coupon box was full. It wasn't. The attendant had to manually override each coupon and then open and close the coupon box like 20 times to "empty" the box. So. Ridiculously. Inefficient. I litruhlee could have been in my house by the time the coupon debacle had come to an end. I secretly believe that a cashier whose job has been taken away by these self checkout tills has sabotaged the coupon reader or the repairman is married to a former cashier.
Then to add insult to injury, I went to Wal-Mart to return something I had bought at the end of November. After waiting in the queue for what seemed like forever and a day and listening to a poor Middle Eastern lady try to get a refund for something she was charged for but wasn't in her bag, it was my turn. But at our Wal-Mart, the old dude door greeter has a scanner that scans the code of the item you are returning and prints out a tag so I guess they can resolve it or for inventory or something. Remarkably, he scanned my items and the machine goes haywire, beeping like crazy. He scans my items again, BEEEEP! This is all happening as I am standing in front of the cashier who needs to wait for old dude to do his job. Hootodooo.... Finally, he realizes the scanner needs a new battery, putzes around behind the counter, locates one, puuuuts it in and scans my things to then hand the tags to the cashier who then scans my things to process the return. I hand him my credit card for a credit to the account. The till opens and I can see the smallest and rustiest gears working in the cashier's brain because the till is opening and telling him it's a cash refund and this was a charge transaction. He asks the supervisor why this occurred. It turns out that since it was over 90 days, they can't refund my credit card even though I have the receipt. ?! They can't give me cash because that wasn't the original form of payment even though the cash drawer opened. ?! Instead, he has to void the transaction and refund me in store credit. At this point I am just mentally exhausted and have no fight in me. I take the store credit because I was going to buy some potting soil, but I have no will to live and my groceries are still in the car so I just head home.
I unpacked my groceries and decided that I had earned a cuppa and a donut that I had just purchased. I did eventually make a second trip to Wal-Mart today to get the potting soil and all of the carts were taken, all of them, and everyone was in slow motion along the aisles.
Throughout all of the day's events, I actually remained fairly patient and only rolled my eyes once at old dude door greeter/scanner during the battery incident. As I said earlier, patience is a virtue and I can only be a virtuous woman for so long and definitely not a full day.
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It all started when I woke up Evan and told him that I'd drive him to the bus stop so he could take a quick shower. Now the operative word in that sentence was "quick". I know quick is a relative term, but I do not define "quick" as a 20 minute shower when you only have a 30 minute time frame. Hence, he missed his regular bus and was forced to ride the "violent" bus which is closer and leaves later, but is much less desirable. He got all stroppy that I wouldn't drive him to school which was just not happening.
Owen has an after school activity today. He needed a form that had to be turned in today. It was ready and in a bright orange envelope which I handed to him on at least five different occasions, telling him to put it in his backpack. Finn and Owen left for the bus on time. I open the fridge to get the milk for my coffee. The orange envelope that I thought Owen placed in his backpack is UNDERNEATH the milk bottle! I'm all like, "Whuck?" I look at the clock and see that I have like three minutes to get to the bus stop and get it to him. Of course there are like a bajillion cars with no space to pull into traffic. I wait. I wait. I just go for it (thankfully, my Learner's Permit driver wasn't around to see it) and get to the bus stop right in front of the bus. Oh yeah.
I head to the grocery store with a detailed list. Everything goes well. Minimal aisle blockers, the OAPs are cheerful and awake and I get everything I need. Now I must digress. At our Giant they have these scan it things that you take around the store and self-scan your items before placing them in your own bag. I like this system a lot because I can pack my own bags whilst shopping and check out is really easy. Unless one uses coupons.
I am rarely a full-on coupon crazy person, but I had a lot of coupons today. Every time I attempted to scan a coupon, either it didn't scan or the sensor didn't register that I had slid a coupon into the coupon slot or the netherworld female cashier thought the coupon box was full. It wasn't. The attendant had to manually override each coupon and then open and close the coupon box like 20 times to "empty" the box. So. Ridiculously. Inefficient. I litruhlee could have been in my house by the time the coupon debacle had come to an end. I secretly believe that a cashier whose job has been taken away by these self checkout tills has sabotaged the coupon reader or the repairman is married to a former cashier.
Then to add insult to injury, I went to Wal-Mart to return something I had bought at the end of November. After waiting in the queue for what seemed like forever and a day and listening to a poor Middle Eastern lady try to get a refund for something she was charged for but wasn't in her bag, it was my turn. But at our Wal-Mart, the old dude door greeter has a scanner that scans the code of the item you are returning and prints out a tag so I guess they can resolve it or for inventory or something. Remarkably, he scanned my items and the machine goes haywire, beeping like crazy. He scans my items again, BEEEEP! This is all happening as I am standing in front of the cashier who needs to wait for old dude to do his job. Hootodooo.... Finally, he realizes the scanner needs a new battery, putzes around behind the counter, locates one, puuuuts it in and scans my things to then hand the tags to the cashier who then scans my things to process the return. I hand him my credit card for a credit to the account. The till opens and I can see the smallest and rustiest gears working in the cashier's brain because the till is opening and telling him it's a cash refund and this was a charge transaction. He asks the supervisor why this occurred. It turns out that since it was over 90 days, they can't refund my credit card even though I have the receipt. ?! They can't give me cash because that wasn't the original form of payment even though the cash drawer opened. ?! Instead, he has to void the transaction and refund me in store credit. At this point I am just mentally exhausted and have no fight in me. I take the store credit because I was going to buy some potting soil, but I have no will to live and my groceries are still in the car so I just head home.
I unpacked my groceries and decided that I had earned a cuppa and a donut that I had just purchased. I did eventually make a second trip to Wal-Mart today to get the potting soil and all of the carts were taken, all of them, and everyone was in slow motion along the aisles.
Throughout all of the day's events, I actually remained fairly patient and only rolled my eyes once at old dude door greeter/scanner during the battery incident. As I said earlier, patience is a virtue and I can only be a virtuous woman for so long and definitely not a full day.
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1 comment:
LOL! I'm sorry to have chuckled to myself as you continued on with your day. I can't believe ALL those things happened to you on one day. I get really irritated by stuff like that (imagine) and even went so far as to log on to the Walgreens website last week with my special "code" to complain about the consistently poor service I have received in the pharmacy department. Too bad you can't do that for children. Tomorrow is a new day!
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