Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts

Friday, January 4, 2013

WTF, Pinterest?


So as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, I have an addiction to Pinterest. I probably spend way too much time on that website than I should. But the first step is to admit that you have a problem, right?

I also browse other blogs that are Pinterest related, such as Pintester and Pinterest, You are Drunk.

I recently created a board titled WTF, Pinterest? I made this board mostly because late, late at night when I can’t sleep I always somehow manage to find my way to the weird part of Pinterest and find many things that make me go WTF?

Early this morning, I wound up in the Women’s Fashion section and found some things that I just don’t understand, and I thought I’d share them with you.










I don’t even know where to start with these, except to just ask why?










I love Star Wars. Really, I do. But I can’t comprehend why anyone would want a giant, realistic portrait of the Death Star plastered onto their body via skin-tight dress.





These shoes look like someone took a Jackson Pollock painting and turned it into a pair of heels. Why?






I guess some things I’ll never understand, and “high fashion” is one of them.




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.