It would have been my bossman's boss's boss's boss's boss. Or something. Who knows? But if I remember correctly, I did do coins and bills separately. I got out of cashiering as quick as I could -- it's brain-deadening work, and I now have tremendous sympathy for the folks who do that for a living.
I have to admit, prior to that job I would question the mental competence of the cashiers who slavishly did whatever the machine told them - until I started doing it and found that after an hour or two I could no longer think coherently and was on the receiving end of those stares. A humbling experience.
>>I got out of cashiering as quick as I could — it’s brain-deadening work, and I now have tremendous sympathy for the folks who do that for a living.
Really? Working at that gas station was one of the most fun, low-end wage jobs I ever had. Always busy, time flew by, and I got to chit chat with some of the town’s most interesting people. Plus we were on the local route to the beaches, so there was always some eye-candy for a teenage guy to check out.
The only thing that stunk was standing all day on a concrete floor. And waking up at 3AM, esp in the dead of winter.
Beat digging ditches, which I did later during summer breaks for college money, even if it paid about 1/2 the wage.