i combed through a bunch of writing prompts from different blogs, but nothing really struck my fancy until i saw this one. ohhh the stories i could tell...
my first job was at a grocery store called wegmans. if you have never had the pleasure of going to wegmans, i feel bad for you. because wegmans is the best place on earth. don't get me wrong, it is the worst place ever to work, but being a customer is awesome.
i started working at wegmans the summer before my junior year of high school, when i was 16. i was a cashier, and it was miserable. i remember searching high and low for a pair of black pants for my uniform, finally settling on one pair that i wore pretty much until they were just threads. at that time, you could only wear the starchy, boxy white shirt or the "we're number 1!" shirts in the summer, both always oversized and hideous.
i always joke that working at wegmans was a rite of passage for fairport teenagers. most of the people i knew worked or used to work at wegmans when i was 16-18 (and sadly, some of my former classmates still do...). i remember when people would come into class asking if someone else could take their shift. they'd draw schedules on the board and trade away. i worked at a wegmans that wasn't central to fairport so i didn't get to indulge in this pastime, but at the time it was hilarious.
i don't want to brag...but i was a pretty awesome cashier. my IPM (items scanned per minute) were always awesome, which was made even better because that meant i was at the express lane more often.
a word to non-cashiers: express lane employees are usually the happiest because they have it easy, and they're good at what they do. when we had those "feed a family" or march of dimes campaigns, i was always at the top (i'm a sweet talker). i was handsomely rewarded with a few $5 gift cards, which i promptly spent on shampoo (probably). when wegmans royalty came to our store, they told her to come through my line. just sayin'.
having most of your friends sharing similar experiences made for some great storytelling/vent sessions. customers suck stories are always great, especially when you're trading them with people in the exact same situation, and venting about the same managers, etc. i won't bore you with all my stories, just one of my favorites. please to be on my side with this one?
when i first started at wegs, cigarettes were kept in a case near the front end, but if a customer wanted anything, you had to flag down a manager to get it out. during busy times, this was an insane hassle. eventually, ALL wegmans everywhere (at least in NYS) started selling cigarettes at the customer service desk, which was a separate transaction but made everything run smoothly up front.
you know how you can just tell when people are going to be difficult? yeah, this was one of those times. this customer comes through, puts a crapload of stuff on the belt, and halfway through the order asks for cigarettes. i kindly explained that they were now sold at customer service, and had been for at least 6 months at that point. well, apparently she hadn't been to wegmans in that period of time, because she was UP IN ARMS that i couldn't pull strings for her. she called over my manager and told her i was being difficult, complaining that she'd never been treated like this, etc. WTF?!?!? the manager couldn't do anything, either. the lady left in a rage and apparently called the store to complain some more about me. my manager told me this, laughing, assuring me i did nothing wrong.
so that's my story. wegmans, my first job. i don't miss it one. single. bit.