kiki_miserychic

Flist, if you do me one favor, I'd greatly appreciate it if you would treat deli clerks like human beings and not your servants. As a deli clerk, I am not there to do what YOU want me to, I'm there to do my job. If hot foods closes at 7:30, I cannot give you a bucket of chicken at 7:45, no matter how much you complain. If the deli closes at 8, you're a dick for coming in at 7:55 and DEMANDING freshly sliced ham. Certainly don't then tell another patron to go to the deli and ask for fresh sliced. Not cool. Seriously. This lady came to the counter at 7:55 and asked for a pound of ham. We have a display case with about 4 pounds that I had sliced right before I cleaned my last slicer, so I reached in and bagged a pound because THAT'S WHAT IT'S THERE FOR. She said, "No, freshly sliced, that's been in there all day." It hadn't, so I said, "I sliced it 20 minutes ago before I cleaned my slicer," trying to subtly hint that all my stuff is clean. She replied, "no, I have to see you slice it," so I had to plaster on a smile and go open up a brand new ham. I started opening it up and she said, "wait, that's not the one I want, that's not the right brand, I want the real one." I explained that we switched brands, but she asked me to go in the back and look for the other one anyways, despite my saying there was nothing in the back for me to even look at. She insisted, so I walked in the back opened the door, looked at a bunch of empty shelves, came back, and told her the same thing I had said a minute before. By this time, it's passed 8, the store is closed, and I've amassed a line of 4 groups (one couple, a family, and 2 individuals). I'm sorry, but what the frak were they doing all day that they decided they need lunch meat at 5 minutes until the store closes. The woman final gave in and said, "fine, just give me a pound of that off brand, but hurry up because the store is closing soon." I was pissed, so I put on a fake smile and said, "no, the store's already closed," and then dirtied up my slicer for her. I bagged and tagged it, gave it her, and she had the gaul to say, "now, was that so hard?" WTF?!?!? The next guy said, and I quote, "what a bitch... I was in line before 8, you have to wait on me. Gimme 3 pounds of chip chopped ham." The couple wanted the stuff int he case. The family got a bunch of salads, so I had to dirty up spoons. Then I had to do an hour work of work in about 20 minutes. Usually the manager closes everything up and leaves at 8:30 on Sundays, but I wasn't done until 8:45, so she had to stand and around and wait because she doesn't know how to do anything in my department. I don't feel bad that she couldn't leave because the other managers do a much better job of making sure people are out of the store by 5 after at the latest. I was still waiting on people at 8:20 because the deli manager makes a big deal about us never turning away people no matter what time it is. And it takes me 5 minutes longer to clean the slicer because I won't turn it on to clean the blade. After almost losing my finger I won't clean it the way I was trained because it breaks safety codes. I have to scrub the blade while everyone else turns the slicer on and holds a rag up to it. I can't even think about it without wanting to puke. I was so tired that I could have fallen asleep in the shower. So yeah, don't be dicks to your deli clerks.