I am working at Bath and Body Works again except the store resembles more of a Walmart. There are many aisles with shelves stocked with cleaning supplies, food items, candles, home goods, etc. All the items are mixed with each other on the shelves so that the food items are on the same shelves as the candles. My managers are two Indian women wearing red polos and black pants. They task me with counting the registers which I find odd considering it's the middle of the day and customers are still present. I'm assuming I'm just coming back to my old position because they ask me if I remember how to do it and say that my old coworker DB will show me, if I need assistance. The registers are mess! There are $20 bills mixed in with packs of $1s and $5s. I also notice there are euros in the register and panic because I don't know the exchange rate off the top of my head. As I'm trying to count, a girl about my age steps up to the register. I move over to another register and apologize for doing another task. She tells me she wants everything she has assembled accordingly and placed in one bag. She hands me a large stack of deli meats and cheeses. She's giving me 10 minutes to complete the task before she gets back. I'm alarmed!
I set down some parchment paper and sanitize the counter. Since the till is still open, I'm not allowed to leave the register. I have to do my best to work here. I begin scanning in the deli meats and realize she never gave me bread. I call an associate over and tell them to bring me some ASAP. They return with white bread that is very thin. How will this bread hold up to the hundreds of toppings she gave me?! I try to alternate meats and cheeses and put the veggies on top. The customer returns just as I'm finishing up.
She looks at the sandwich and rudely asks "What is that?"
I inform her that I assembled it the best I could but if she wants a different kind of bread, I'd be happy to get her one that might hold up a little better.
"Oh, that's not the issue. That's far too many toppings. Why would I want that many toppings?" she debates.
"What did you want exactly? I can take off as many toppings as you want," I ask.
"No, if you're not capable of making a simple sandwich, what's even the point? Why would they even trust you to count money since you can't even count my toppings correctly?" she remarks.
The woman leaves and I'm left with a monstrous sandwich.
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