“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.” I say to myself as I scan the rest of the items at checkout, for this women, who had all reusable bags, and had this annoyed kind of look on her face, and who was so nitpicky on which items went into which bag, and the weight of each bag, and then paying with cash and making sure she gave me the exact amount of change and counted each cent. It honestly would have been better if you just gave me the bills and I gave you your change back, because when this lady was trying to give me the exact amount of change, it messed up my strategy on my little touch screen, and I had no idea what to do. It was my first week working as a cashier at Hannaford, and I wasn’t quite sure how to work everything on the little screen that they have you use to scan the items.

It was people who would come in with little demands that felt very unnecessary to me, such as requesting the exact amount of change or being overly specific about how their food was packed into their bags. The ones who would be so demanding with how the bagger put their items in the bags and then redid them themselves afterwards, just ticked me off because why are you gonna be so rude and tell us exactly where to put the items if you’re just going to redo it yourself and make a big thing out of it. You might as well just do it yourself at that point, from now on, every time you go grocery shopping because nobody wants to help you when you’re acting like a sour puss. It was these little things that ruined my day at work and that stressed me out a ton.

I hate making people upset or angry or annoyed, and at least once every time I would work, I would upset at least one person or annoy them in some sort of way. Whether it was me taking a little too long with something, or an item not being scanned properly, etc. These little inconveniences that these people had with me made me dread going to work every single day and gave me a fear of going to work and talking with the customers. I was lucky that I never had a customer verbally yell at me or anything, but I still felt so much pressure every time something went wrong. I don’t get why people are so rude and have no patience whatsoever. It really isn’t that hard to understand that someone may be new and learning something, and to be patient and understanding. I hope everyone knows that I quickly quit that job after 40 days of working there. I wasn’t having it. People are so difficult, and it makes me think to myself if I should be more uptight or if I am just a relaxed sort of person, because it seems that the majority of the population seems to be different and extra all the time.

“Oh Lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.”