Is this what you wanted to hear??

Ya know what, yeah. You're absolutely right.
I, a lowly cashier, personally change the price of everything you want, just to FUCK WITH YOU. That's why everything is so expensive. It's all my fault. You have every right to yell at me.

Paying for merchandise is OMG srz bznz.

So, at my stores Point of Sale, we just implemented a new function where WE (the lovely cashier) have to approve your total before we can accept any kind of Tender from you. This includes CREDIT and DEBIT cars which Hey! Whaddayaknow! You can use yourself at the keypad on the counter and it is so convenient and magical and wunderful and omg awesome and WHY IS THE CASHIER GLARING AT MUH?!?!
Well, probably because while I am still ringing up your purchases, you are frantically swiping your card enough times and with enough urgency to make me wonder if perhaps you have planted a bomb in the building. Turning wildly to me and screaming "It won't work!!!!" will only elicit a DUH from me, because, you know, you can't pay for stuff while I'm still scanning items!!! Common sense, people! GET YOU SOME.
Oh, and it's always these people who are in a such a hurry to, ugh, just get this thing OVER with already, come on, what's taking so long!, who then stand there for five minutes studying the receipt with enough cautiousness that makes you wonder if in a previous incident one of these newfangled things has turned into a cobra and ATTACKED THEM.
Also, If I'm taking an ungodly amount of time finishing your sale, it just miiiiiiiiiggggghhhhht be because you brought me 15 breakable items and wanted them all wrapped in paper and put in separate bags. So don't stand there and stomp your little last season prada shoes at me, honey.

I'm only here to pay my student loans.

Even though my job title requires me to treat all parts of the sales floor equally, I can't help but save a special, seething kind of hatred for the MEN's department...It has nothing to do with the merchandise either. I could happily spend an entire day there just folding the Dockers khaki pants and young mens' graphic tee's. Left by myself to do my own thing, I am perfectly content.
The thing that ruins it all for me are...the customers.
Now now now, I am aware that this partly makes me a bad employee, because it's my FUCKING JOB to help people when they ask me questions, but I just can't help but avoiding pages and calls to the MEN's department like the plague. At least the entitled bitches in the omen's section or in jewelery give me some fodder to roll my eyes at later. But the people who come into men's come armed with questions like,
"Do you carry pants in a size 32? Can you find me EVERY PAIR IN EVERY STYLE so I can decide which one my son/nephew/husband will like best?"
or
"I need a tie."....waits for repsonse...."Sir what kind of tie are you looking for?"....."I dunno, a blue one.", then wanders off.
These are the things that make me want to lock myself in the maternity fitting room and cry.
Blargh.