Remember what that’s from?  Probably not.

I’m in Walmart yesterday and, though they didn’t have what I went in there for, they did have the 2010 Mighty Morphin Power Rangers 4" Lord Zedd figure (and Star Trek: Voyager Season 1 for 20 bucks, but that item doesn’t figure in the story).  I went to what looked like the shortest line to pay…

…and the adventure began.

The cashier scanned Zedd and he didn’t come up; Item Not Found.  She scanned him again and he didn’t come up: Item Not Found.  She scanned him again and, guess what, he didn’t come up; Item Not found.

Then she scanned him three more times.

 

I’m not a saint so, I admit, I got a little annoyed.  But that drained away when I noticed the cashier seemed kind of panicked by the situation.  Now, you and I know what the problem was; someone in receiving put the case out without updating the stock; it happens a lot at Walmart and Target, in my experience.  Luckily for for the cashier and I, a supervisory type guy happened by…

"What’s wrong?"

"This won’t ring up."

He turns to me.  "Do you remember how much it said it was downstairs?"

"$5.96"

"Give it to him for $5.96 and enter it as Department 7."

He leaves.

The cashier scanned Zedd and he didn’t come up; Item Not Found.  She scanned him again and he didn’t come up: Item Not Found.   

I tried to help.  "He said to enter it as Department 7…?"

Another cashier is in the area.  My cashier and I turn plaintively to her.

"This won’t scan."

I try to help.  "The other guy said to enter it as Department 7…?"

That seems familiar to the new cashier.  "Do you know the price?"

"$5.96"

"OK."  The new cashier works her magic and we’re into Department 7.  But…

"OK, just enter the item description."  She looks at Zedd and hands him to my cashier.  "Just put in, like,’Power R’ or whatever.  Just make it six letters."

She leaves.  I am not hopeful.

My cashier looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

P

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

O

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

W

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

E

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

R

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

And hits Enter.

My heart sinks.

*BEEP* 6 Characters Minimum Press Enter

My cashier is really frustrated now.  "It didn’t work; this isn’t going to work."

I try to help.  "It needs six characters.  You only put in five."

"I’ll try this one."

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

R

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

A

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

N

She looks at Zedd, looks at the keyboard, looks at Zedd, and looks at the keyboard.

And deletes all three letters.

"This isn’t going to work."

At this point, I just feel bad for her, so I try to help.  "It will work.  You just need to put in six characters.  If you put in R-A-N-G-E-R-S, it will work."

Sparing you, it did work, but it took just as long as P-O-W-E-R.

By now, the second cashier was back.  "OK, what was the price?"

"$5.96"

My cashier punched it in.

$5.97

The second cashier and I formed a silent pact to leave well enough alone.

The point of this story is not at all to make fun of this cashier.  As I said above, I wasn’t angry or annoyed by this encounter; I felt worse for her the more frustrated she got, the whole thing was quite embarrassing.  Honestly, I was stupefied because, from her demeanor and the way she approached the item description, it seemed to me she was almost certainly illiterate and I don’t understand how Walmart could put her in that position if they knew and, if they didn’t know, why didn’t they know?  Isn’t it a good idea to for an employer to know an employee has the requisite skills, however basic, to perform the duties associated with a given role?  

 

Being on that register didn’t do the cashier, me, the people behind me, or Walmart any good yesterday.  But I, and the people behind me, can get on with our lives after our transactions, and Walmart just wants our money, so the only one left is the cashier who, if she’s in the spot I think she is, probably lives every day in fear, and that’s no way to live.

What’s the moral here?  I have no idea.  Learn to read if you can?  Don’t hire people who can’t for jobs they can’t handle?  Don’t keep secrets when you need help, however embarrassing?  Get receiving staff who will do their job and spare the illiterate cashier the stress?  I don’t know, but something in there is wrong. 

It was only about five minutes of our lives, but I suspect, for my cashier, it’s something, maybe the latest in a series of somethings, that she’ll carry around with her and for that, regardless of whose failing it is, I feel bad.

Voyager scanned just fine, by the way.

-JJJ (is on Twitter)

  

 

 


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