Monday, December 31, 2012

Ahh, retail...


As mentioned in a previous post, I work retail. Not just retail, but at an overstock store. If you don’t know what that means, it’s pretty simple: we receive stock from suppliers who either ordered too much or simply don’t want the merchandise. We then sell said merchandise for an extremely discounted price.

The benefit of a store like this is the discounts. Seriously, some of the prices are unbelievable. Add in a 20% employee discount and I can find reason to buy nearly anything we stock.

The downside of a store like this is we sometimes get some… Let’s say special customers.

An example of that:

Tonight, as I was cashiering, a man and his girlfriend came through my register and were purchasing a large amount of items. The woman stepped outside as I was ringing up their order, leaving me to make small talk with the man. He started joking that he was tired and his brain wasn’t working, and then said that he didn’t learn how to count because he went to school in Idaho. All pretty innocent, and he had me and my coworker laughing.

Flash forward to the end of the transaction, when it comes time to pay. I announce his total, which was $218, and wait as he digs out a giant wad of cash and starts pulling bills out. He hands me $125, and I wait expectantly. I ask if he wants to put the remainder on a card, and he just stares at me. So I fan out the bills and point out that he’s still about $100 short, and he continues to stare at me. After about a minute of me staring back, it dawns on him that I need more money. So he tosses another $20 on the counter.

“That’s great,” I say, “but your total is $218. This is only $145.”

More staring.

“WAIT!” he yells. “Are you sure you’re not taking my hundreds?!” He looks from the money in my hands to the money in his. “I had four hundreds and now I only have…”

He looks again from the money in my hands back to the money in his, counting.

“OH! There’s still four. Never mind!”

He hands me another $100, I give him back $25, and then ring out his transaction.

His change came out to $1.62, which I handed to him with a smile, as he asked me to please count it out for him. So I did, as ridiculous as it seemed.

I’ve been accused of stealing money from customers before (a hazard of working the night shift), but this guy takes the cake.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Ferdinand the ham


On Christmas Eve, my brother’s work gave him a free ham to bring home. Yesterday, I was tasked with cooking said ham. I know it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I’ve never actually cooked a ham before. I got a couple of tips from Melynda and my mom, and set out to get it done!






Meet Ferdinand, the ham:













The ham came with a glaze, but I chose not to use it. I made a basting liquid out of brown sugar, honey, and pineapple juice.










I also covered Ferdinand with pineapple slices.




He went into the oven for two hours, and I basted him every half an hour.










And came out looking like this.











I served it with mashed potatoes, long grain & wild rice, and corn. The ham was moist and flavorful, and ended up being a big hit with my brothers. I’m pretty proud!