Eleven Things I Hate About Working at a Liquor Store (Vancouver)
 

1. Anyone under the age of 20 who rolls their eyes when I ask them for ID. I'm sorry -- you still look like a fucking kid, and the government of British Columbia says that fucking kids aren't supposed to be drinking so that's why I've IDed you. What -- do you think that it's OBVIOUS you've just turned 19 and I should just be able to tell? Well, sorry, I can't. So don't roll your eyes at me and sigh heavily when you reach for your cards. My job is on the line.

2. Anyone who can't believe that I want TWO pieces of government ID. Why can't you believe it? That's what my bosses tell me to ask for, so I ask for it. It's plastered everywhere: right when you walk in, on drink displays, and at every cash register. So, yes, I want TWO pieces of ID. No, your gym membership is not government ID! GODDAMMIT DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME.

3. People who buy one item and want, like, 10 plastic bags to carry their shit. What are you, some kind of serial environmental offender? What really kills me are the assholes who buy a PLASTIC bottle (virtually unbreakable), then want the plastic bottle in a paper bag, then want the plastic bottle in a paper bag in a plastic bag, then want a double plastic bag for their plastic bottle in a paper bag in a plastic bag. The best is when people catch me giving them a sour look and they say, "I'm taking the bus." Really. Does that make it better?

4. People who ask me to smile. Smiling isn't in my job description. The line up is HUGE. I'm just putting my head down and trying to plow down as MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE IN AS LITTLE TIME AS POSSIBLE SO YOU CAN ALL GO HOME AND DRINK FASTER. Speed requires concentration; when I concentrate I don't smile, so don't ask me to fucking smile when I'm already trying to be as fast as possible for you.

5. People who touch my hair. Generally happens about once or twice a busy weekend -- someone hammered (or weird) comes in and really wants to touch my hair. I know my hair tends to look fabulous, but just because I'm within arm's reach doesn't give you the right to maul my locks. Look, compliment, but don't touch!

6. Cell phones. Chewing gum, too. Okay -- I can accept that being irritated by chewing gum is a problem that I ought to keep to myself, but cell phones? Now that I've worked as a cashier I understand how intensely rude it is to be on your cell while going through the checkout. Just get off that damned cancer pod you've got glued to your ear and provide a little respect to the cashier. Once I had a lady refuse to acknowledge me because she was yakking on her cell, but then had the nerve to exclaim, "I just guess they don't do anything around here anymore!" when I pretended not to hear her asking for a bag.

7. People who buy one or two items and then hover at the end of my til while they stare at the receipt like they're trying to decipher the fucking Rosetta Stone. Okay -- so you wanna check your receipt because you seem to believe that I have incorrectly rung up ONE OR TWO ITEMS. But move on -- don't stand in the way of the next customer and, seriously, does it take a full 30 seconds of INTENSE FOCUS to understand your receipt? You're clearly an idiot, so get out already!

8. Gaggles of ten or so barely-post-teenage thugs/sluts/idiots who come into the store and scream and giggle and pose like they're already at the club. Being able to hear your idiot babble all the way from the other side of the store means that you're being too damned loud. I feel sorry for all the people within 30 feet of you, let alone 100. Groups like this generally have me bolting for the warehouse.

9. Restaurant owners who have special discount accounts but don't tell me that they have an account until everything is rung through. Oh, you own a restaurant? It's ever-so-popular, is it? Well, my! I'm sorry I didn't know who you were right away, because clearly you're VERY IMPORTANT because you own a restaurant. Now I have to ring the WHOLE THING through again because you didn't have the foresight to tell me who you were. Sorry for wasting your VERY IMPORTANT time.

10. Sleazy guys who press tips into my hand. Listen, buddy, that 72 cents of change you really wanna hand me while staring deep into my eyes does not impress. I'm not allowed to accept tips anyways. So don't try to tip me -- I don't like it, I have to say no, it's awkward. No, you can not have my number because you gave me 72 cents.

11. Older women who WANT me to ID them. Ugh, yeah, back to the ID thing. Listen -- I'm sorry you're 30-something and you don't look under 19 anymore. Really, I think people are beautiful at all ages. Don't worry about it! Just be gorgeous the way you are. But I still don't need to see your ID, so please stop shoving it at me. It just makes you look really desperate, especially in front of your friends.



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i lol'ed

This person clearly shouldn't be working in a customer service role.

Also, it's kind of hard to be sympathetic to a someone who has a union job that probably pays $17 - $20 per hour for being a cashier.

And the two ID rule IS a pain for customers.

How is it a pain? If you're going to the Liquor store, bring two fucking pieces of ID, it's not that fucking difficult. It's not like we've been seeing it since we turn 19, or earlier.

I'd say it's more a pain for the Clerk because people are fucking retarded, and clearly don't know how to pay attention/read in any of the many stores that ask for 2 pieces of ID.

Because one piece does the job. Two pieces is redundant.

holy cow they get paid that much for a cashier job in a liqiuor store?

good thing i dont have to deal with that shit, i work in the warehouse :D , i would totally want to be able to be a liqor store cashier one day though , seems interesting

So? It's the law.

:lol :lol

The Best of Craigslist is some of the funniest stuff on the web. Lots of rants by people in Customer Service.

I think that most people can relate to the surprisingly low level of dumbassery out there.

i can relate to this lol

Number 6 is kinda retarded

damn

maybe i should try 73 cents next time

:haha::haha:
Somehow reading this made me think of those XZIBIT pictures.

well in the end he does say that he likes his job in general

"Anyways, don't get me wrong -- there are a great many things I love about my job. It pays well, my coworkers are pretty colourful, and the job tends to protect my safety and human dignity pretty damned well. When it's not sobusyIwanttokillmyself then it's a dream job. There's even a great many kinds of customers that I do love -- I just love bitching about the ones I hate more. :P "

OT i hope you will get your ass fired

2 pieces of ID = credit card + drivers licence
so if you're paying by card essentially you just need the DL

oh yea.. who the fuck goes and touches a cashier's head?

I don't understand people that get annoyed when they're asked for ID. People should WANT to be asked. The worst is when they no longer ask you for it and then you realize that you're getting old.

i agree with checking IDs whenever the cashier is in doubt about your age. but why does liquor depot, in richmond, checks everyone's? i think there's a sign that says they check everyone under 40?!?!.. is it a new by-law?

OMFG I thought YOU were ranting there...

I was like "wth, Ray is sounding like a douchebag..."

Anyways, good laugh :D

oh wow! an overpaid union bum complaining about their zero skill job. that's fucking new.

thats part of the job
if he can't handle it he should quit

Good read :D

taking out a DL is just as easy as taking out the credit card to pay for the booze, i dont see the big deal. funny read though. #10 was :haha:

2 peices = determining first isn't fake.

I also hate ppl who tell me to smile, when I worked in the club scene ppl used to always tell me that, if a chick said it I'd usually say the only time I'm smiling is when I'm fooling around with someone in the back, you'd be suprised how many times my rudeness turned into a good time lol

how much?