Promises Delivered

As I stated in yesterday's post, I am going to write about work again. I know; I know. You can't wait to hear about my experiences. Ha. I kid.

Today I started making a list, and this is a estimate because it got busy and I wasn't able to take out my slip of paper and write a tally mark, but I had 161 customers today. That's about 40 customers an hour, which, very loosely, is one customer every one and a half minutes. Of those 161 people, 131 of them were regulars. Of the 131 regulars, I'd say about 110 of them come in every day! The others about every other day or so. Wow. (Now this is an estimate, as I said, but there are more than this stated amount. I counted the accounts we have, such as Poland Spring and Depew Oil, as one cutomer. However, there's about 10-15 Poland guys and Depew varies every day.)

Here are some of the regulars:
Laugh Lady: She gets guess everyday. And every day she gets an odd dollar amount of gas. It's alway 9..62 or 11.94 etc, as opposed to 10.00 or 12.00 dollars. Most of the time she pays the amount as is, what I mean is, she'll always give me 9.62 instead of 10.00 dollars. Today she didn't, but she usually does. I call her laugh lady because, well, she's always laughing. AT NOTHING. I've never come across this lady when she's not laughing. Did I mention it was at nothingness. Whatever, more power to her, I guess.

Irish Man: At least I think he is. He hardly talks, but when he does, I hear a accent. He gets a large coffee and 2 55 cent granola bars everyday. It comes out to be 2 dollars and 55 cents.

Quiet Baby Lady: Last summer, or something like that, she came in everyday and bought a water and a Rice Krispy Treat. She was pregnant. She always seems nervous to me...her voice and hands shake everytime I interact with her. However, she ran into someone she hadn't seen in a while one day and she was talking very fluent Spanish to this man. Her voice didn't seem to shake then. Anyway, now that she's not pregnant anymore, she gets coffee everyday. I haven't seen the baby, as I'm sure she stops in on her way to work, but she looks good for having a kid and all.

Keith: Paper and Vitamin water everyday... $2 He runs/owns/manages (IDK) an excuvating business. I overheard him today talking about going to Standford to finish the job. Whatever that means.

BOB: 222 dollar straight, midday and evening. $1.75 in papers

The guy from the plant: There's a couple of these guys, but he's the one who every day I ask, "credit or debit" and every day he says, "the one you have to sign." I don't do it on purpose; I generally forget even though I see him all the time. I'll remember tomorrow; I suppose. However, today he asked, "so, which one is the one where I have to sign, so I know." "It's credit," I said.

There's two ladies that come in everyday dress for work. (Not together...at different times) I thought both of these ladies were nurses, or worked in some sort of medical office. They're always dress like nurses. The one lady, however, works in a supermarket bakery making cakes. The other, a lunch lady. Weird. I just found this out recently. They, too, get the same thing everyday.

My Adventures as a Gas Station Cashier Continue

I've had it all... coffee spills, leaky coolers, frozen coffee machines, car accidents, drive offs, ignorant customers, fun customers, LOONEY customers (refer to a previous post 'Oh Gino'). Drama ensues, yelling, laughing, crying. There's been coworking romances, customer/cashier arguments, jigga jigga lottery dances, paid tabs and years old tabs left unpaid, and I've even gotten a marriage proposal. Ah, the refreshing life of one gas station employee.

One meets many interesting characters in the game of life while working at a service center. I enjoy every minute of it. OK, I'm lying a little. Eh, I'm lying a lot. I actually do like working there when it's busy enough to have something to do, but I also like the small moments of time that you get to chat with a customer or two. I absolutely HATE when it's slow, and, with gass prices like this, it's slow often. I, however, only work 530-930AM. Most of this time is busy because of our Poland Spring account and all of the loyal customers that fuel up the cars on thier way to work in the morning, or need coffee to get going, or the landscapers who need all their mowers and trucks filled up. Every morning I see the same people at the same time. Huh, that kind of weirds me out, but as long as I don't have specific times and mannerisms from these customers, I should be fine (long story, if you don't know it, then disregard last sentence).

Pattie comes in every morning to buy 2 twenty ounce sodas, two take five quick picks, a take five ticket that has a 2 and a 15 in it, a quick pick on the nights game, a bag of tgifridays chips, and if she's won money on a scratch off, she'll get a pick 10 and more scratch offs. Today she told me to do a jigga jigga dance so she'd win money. Most of the time I'd roll my eyes and politely say, "maybe next time," but I did the dance today. Haha, she won four dollars. Hey, my booty shakin' is worth something.

Foot comes in everyday and buys two papers, two medium coffees, a hard roll, and a bagel. About every other day he gets gas. He comes in, puts the papers on the counter, gets his coffee, comes back and holds his coffee in the air (one in each hand so I can see them--just like every other day--hey, maybe he thinks I've forgotten after two years) and says, "I'm going to finish at the pump." He goes outside with his coffees, comes back in and purchases his stuff. He talks a lot too. We don't enjoy this. Last week he stated, "God, you really are cute. I wish you were 15." Julie and I were horrified, but Tina thought that maybe he meant something along the lines of being in the age group in order to be girlfriend material for his son. Makes sense, and makes him seem a little less creepy. I'm going to stick with that explanation.

There are so many people that come in every day. I think I'll make a list tomorrow as they come in and continue this post tomorrow.