Am I supposed to be intimidated when someone from the 'TJX Home Office' tells me "Hey, Ryan, I'm from the home office" I had a woman tell me that the other day. I don't know what she expected from me. You get a discount, we all get fucking 10%, whoop-de-fucking do. What I really want to say is, "Oh, you're from the home office? How about explaining to all these customers what the fuck happened to their credit card numbers? I'm pretty sure that was your fault." I pretty much want to crucify those fuckers for all the times I've had to ask for a TJX Rewards Credit Card and got fucking shit on because someone in the home office left the fucking front door open and hackers stole their shit. Then again, this fuck face telling me she was from the home office was probably like a secretary or cleaning lady or something. Which is kind of relevant because we have this European guy that comes in and returns a whole bunch of old shit with switched tickets and stuff. He always threatens us that he works at the home office and that we should treat him like royalty because he's from the home office. It turns out that he only works in the cafeteria of the home office. He's a pretty cool guy.
I had a customer return a Peter Rabbit book for $2.99 plus tax. She told me, and this is direct quote: 'This story is too violent' and continued to explain to me that the image of a rabbit being caught by Mr. McGregor and being cooked in a pie was too offensive to her fucking retarded child's small brain. I had the biggest shit-eating-grin on my face as she explained this to me. What kind of world do we live in that Peter Rabbit has now become offensive?
We used to have Coke/Pepsi bottles at every one of our registers. If an associate didn't ask the customer if they wanted to apply, the customer would get the bottle for free. I never gave away a Coke bottle where I didn't ask the person. I had two fat people argue with me that I didn't ask them and I just gave it to them, fucking diabetic homos. We recently got rid of the Coke bottles, but I was starting to notice a new trend among Mexican people coming to the register.
This is how it would go down. A Mexican woman would come in and buy a shitload of stuff on clearance, because foreign people only buy things that are on clearance. They'll come up to the register and I'll be ringing the purchase through. I ask her if she wants to apply for a TJX Rewards Credit Card. She doesn't say anything because she doesn't know what I'm saying. No other words are said up to this point. Then the husband will come up to the register, he will look at the bottle of Coke. Since the only English words they can read are FREE and TAKE, he automatically assume that it is his. He puts his hand on it and says "Mine?" and I say no. He looks at me and says 'I take this? Free? Mine?' and I say, no you can't take it. I don't even explain it to them, because I know they're not going to understand what I'm saying. I just move the bottle a little bit closer to my register before he says "Mine?" again. The first day that this ever happened to me it happen three seperate times with three separate couples. The whole night I was just like 'WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON"(Picture related, over 9000 hours in mspaint in the computer lab at my school, my 8:30 was cancelled)
So, since working at TJ Maxx, I hate foreign people and old people more than anything in the world. You would too if you went through the same shit I go through every weekend.
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