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An open letter...
Dear Home Depot customers:
I am just a cashier. I don't run the store. Nor do I have special powers. I can scan things, put them in a bag, collect your money, give you change and a receipt. Also, I can accept payments to your account and price check items. That's about it.
I don't know where every item in the store is, exactly. I can point you in the general direction. I can call the department and have someone else help you find it. I cannot psychically divine the location of your item.
I can't make the store carry the items you want. It's not my fault the store doesn't carry labels for your CD. This isn't WalMart, it's a hardware store.
I can't make people answer their phones. I can't make people appear at the register to help you. I can call the department. I can page them over the loudspeaker. I can call their mobile phone. Lather, rinse, repeat as needed. But I can't make them come.
I can't leave my register. Even for you. Yes, even you. I understand that you think you're different and deserve my special, immediate attention, but no. I can't leave my register because I will get fired. As special a snowflake as you are, you aren't worth my job. Sorry.
I can't watch your children. Really. Even for a couple minutes while you grab that item you forgot. Especially if they're under three. Older kids you leave to hold your place in line, whatever. But I can't supervise them if they need supervision. I don't need to worry about your kids darting off into the parking lot, or wandering off, or playing with the saw blades, or whatever...especially because I'm not allowed to touch your children. I can't do my job and your job at the same time.
I am not your mother. I will do my best to make sure that you leave the store with your purchases, credit card, license, small children, animals, etc. But ultimately, it is your responsibility.
Here is what I am: I am a cashier. I will do my best to quickly and accurately complete your transaction. That's what I do.
But I'm also a human being. I'm not your child, your employee, or your slave. You do not have the right to swear at me, insult me, yell at me, or physically touch me. I'm sorry that your shopping experience was unsatisfactory, but the fact remains that it is NOT MY FAULT. Do not take out your Depot Depression on me.
Signed,
Me
I HATE MY JOB.
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