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starwomyn 70F
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9/4/2008 5:38 am

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9/8/2008 3:37 pm

High Tech Cash Registers and The Road To Charlottesville

Yesterday was the first day on the Job- although it was mostly training on how to operate a cash register.

The last time I operated a Cash Register was in the Dinosaur Days on what are now Antique Cash Registers. We had to total the items, punch in the price and count out the change.

Now the Machine does all the counting.
Now the items are scanned, the total is counted and the $$$$$ given is punched in with the change already added up. There are also so many different ways to pay for items. Gift Cards, Credit Cards, Debit Cards, Ad Infinitum. All done via the Cash Register.

In the olden days, we would slide the credit card image onto the sheet and mail it in. We can also take Credit Card Payments, and Add Minutes to Phone Cards via the cash register. The Challenge is remembering which button to push to do whatever.

It was certainly not my plan to be a Cashier at Sam's Club. I was very much in my comfort zone at the Wal-Mart Bakery and the Wal-Mart Meat Market was awesome. Nevertheless, My Higher Power knows what I will be good at so I have to trust.

It's a 27 mile drive to work versus the two miles that I used to drive. There are several different routes to getting there. Mostly country roads which alright with me. Virginia has rolling hills with Southern Style Homes. They all look like little baby Monticellos.

The first ten miles or so is the country roads which I am used to. The remainder of the trip is City which I am NOT used to. It is nothing compared to Los Angeles or Ventura County Freeways - which I used to drive in the olden days. Nevertheless, it will take some adjusting. City Drivers are so RUDE and Pushy. West Virginia Drivers will drive at top speed on black ice but in town they are very courteous. They'll wave other cars to move ahead of them. Oh Well, Life on Life's Terms

Life is Good because I can look forward to seeing Mr. Joe every evening.
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