Feeling better but not 100% I went in work. Not my best decision ever. It was hell. The system had crashed. Contactless wasn't working and early on not a lot of the chip and pin cards were going through. Most people were understanding, but as always there were the mardy gits, one bloke stomped about and wouldn't answer me, like a spoiled toddler who'd been told no. One woman said something about not being able to have access to that amount of cash, £175, I presumed that she was paying on credit card. Thankfully her card went through, as she had a face liked a smacked arse, before it had even been refused. And one lovely chap called me a see you next Tuesday because his card was declined, and he said I'd done it on purpose. I actually looked at him and said, Do you kiss your mother with that mouth. I couldn't help it, it came out. I really hate being called that. Horrible man. His wife even said he deserved that, as he clearly thought he could say whatever he liked and I wouldn't answer back. I thought it was quite restrained for what I was actually thinking which was something along the lines of fuckwit...
But they were only those three.
Around 3pm the systems started coming back online and we could do contact contactless as well as chip and pin. Some things were still a little slow, but better than they were. By the time I finished at 4pm we had cleared the queues.
Oh well, another day in the life of a cashier...
I had another early night, as by nine ish I was done for. This cold is draining when you have to talk round a sore throat all day...
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