<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:27:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Behind the scenes stories revolving around crazy customers and their weird and savage like ways</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-4205012120551626469</id><published>2008-12-07T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:57:49.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot Lady in Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Garden today, some lady asks the price of a Christmas tree and assumed that it was 19.99. I scanned it for her and it turned out to be 29.99. She said that she found the tree in the 19.99 section, but she wasn't smart enough to even look at the height description of the trees. She then yelled at me saying, "I don't care, I saw it as 19.99 and my son has been looking for a tree for 30 minutes." Bitch, you better get your eyes checked. &lt;br /&gt;After that incident, everything else got worse. I had to cut tree after tree and there were only two people out in Garden, but thankfully other Team Members came to my rescue. Some asshole played with the chainsaw while I was helping a lady put her tree in her car. I was so pissed off and I wanted to kill that bastard. So outta this entire year so far, this was my worst day yet. Not even the tip made up for it, well maybe it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S TREE CUTTING TIP GRAND TOTAL:&lt;br /&gt;$10.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/?action=view&amp;current=Image002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-4205012120551626469?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4205012120551626469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=4205012120551626469&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4205012120551626469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4205012120551626469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/idiot-lady-in-garden.html' title='Idiot Lady in Garden'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-1890811635238415723</id><published>2008-11-29T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:00:50.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of the Target Two Day Sale</title><content type='html'>Well it was the last day of that two day sale and it was worse than yesterday. Thankfully, nothing really happened with any customers, but the worst thing that happened was with a fellow team member.  There were three of us in Garden so while I was zoning and the other team member was manning the register the team member (code name &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;) insists that she go to the morning huddle to let us in on anything important. After fifteen minutes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; exits out the store with her purse  through Garden saying that she volunteered to go home early... Who's supposed to cover my break while  the other guy is on lunch? Who's gonna help back up the spells of paying customers while someone cuts the trees?  That bitch , I mean &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;, just used the huddle as an excuse to talk to the manager in order to get off work early. Thanks for telling us the important information &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;; you don't even look real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY'S TREE CUTTING TIP GRAND TOTAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;$2.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/?action=view&amp;current=Image014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image014.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-1890811635238415723?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1890811635238415723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=1890811635238415723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1890811635238415723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1890811635238415723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-target-two-day-sale.html' title='Last Day of the Target Two Day Sale'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-4621277892964646239</id><published>2008-11-28T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:02:29.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Spiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i313.photobucket.com/albums/ll384/jonnrx/Image007-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I'd like to thank the blogs Retail Therapy and Retail Hell Underground for adding me to their blogroll list [: Check them out on my blogroll list.&lt;br /&gt;Well for Black Friday, I worked in the God forsaken Lawn &amp; Garden section, of course. It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be since no one really complained about anything. People were surprisingly nice. Maybe it has to do something with the economy? I finally got to use the chainsaw again, which makes my job the coolest job in the world for a month. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think tomorrow is gonna be the worst day since its a Saturday, meaning everyone has a day off. Yup, I'm scheduled to be in Garden again and hope nothing stressful happens. But if something does happen, at least I'll have something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-4621277892964646239?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4621277892964646239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=4621277892964646239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4621277892964646239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4621277892964646239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday-spiel.html' title='Black Friday Spiel'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-2018288526535713090</id><published>2008-11-27T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:22:24.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>So this Thanksgiving, I was at home all alone because the rest of my family went to Vegas while I had to stay home because I couldn't get my time off requests approved... It was less painful than I thought it would be though. Well since its Thanksgiving tonight, everybody knows what that means, BLACK FRIDAY IS TOMORROW! I work in Garden that day which kinda sucks but at least I get my chainsaw back! I'll let you guys know on what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   -Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-2018288526535713090?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2018288526535713090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=2018288526535713090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/2018288526535713090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/2018288526535713090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-8408397942285149044</id><published>2008-09-09T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:36:35.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?!? Tuck in Shirts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/747/142106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/747/142106.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we have this new policy in our store where all the guys have to tuck in their shirts... As if wearing red was bad enough. I don't know about your guys' stores, but this policy sucks. Some of the guys untuck their shirts when the main manager isn't around :)&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I apologize once again for not updating as much, I've been too busy with school and I don't work as much, meaning less stories :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-8408397942285149044?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8408397942285149044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=8408397942285149044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/8408397942285149044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/8408397942285149044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-tuck-in-shirts.html' title='What?!? Tuck in Shirts?'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-3697159852114832026</id><published>2008-03-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:33:22.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Register System Crash</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry I haven't been posting much; I've been to bus with school and work. Well today, something big happened. Target stores around the country have had most of their registers down in the store due to a glitch in the register's system. Only four lanes in the front of the store were working and there were four that were open elsewhere.(Electronics, Photo Lab, and two at Guest Services) The lines were packed, but the system kicked in at around 8 pm. Yeah, another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-3697159852114832026?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3697159852114832026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=3697159852114832026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/3697159852114832026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/3697159852114832026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/target-register-system-crash.html' title='Target Register System Crash'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-7315919978816831389</id><published>2007-12-21T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:31:58.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Weekend and Shoutouts!</title><content type='html'>So it was Thursday, not even the weekend yet, and I volunteered to help out the front lanes. Everything was going well until this customer came up to me say that I scanned her aluminum foil twice. Since she did her payment in cash, I was uncertain that I could do a Fix it Fast for cash payments. I told her to go to Guest Services, but like a bitch she told me that she didn't want to wait in the long line because all the lines in the stores were long. Then I got help from a team lead and everything went okay. After I dealt with that lady, customers were telling me to "Hang in There." I assumed they saw what happened, and I felt a little better. Curse that lady...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to give a shout out to readers Rhah and Bryan! Thanks for taking the time to read my blog and comment! Its good to know my stories are being read :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-7315919978816831389?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7315919978816831389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=7315919978816831389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7315919978816831389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7315919978816831389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-weekend-and-shoutouts.html' title='Christmas Weekend and Shoutouts!'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-1745850766311840956</id><published>2007-11-25T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:42:00.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>On Black Friday, I worked in the Garden Center, so everything was pretty calm, but the most retarded thing that happened was with this guest that I got a Christmas tree for. After I netted up his tree, he asked if he could get out through a locked gate. After saying "no," he stupidly opened the gate, sounding off the alarm so I had to call LOD. While I was calling LOD, the bastard left with his tree and didn't even say anything. &lt;br /&gt;The day after Black Friday, I worked on the sales floor in Toys. I got there at 3, and there were like eight team members working in the same section; it was beautiful. We were all bombarded with questions and constantly asking if items were in the back. The worst thing that happened that day was with this lady asking where the sleeping bags that came in a duffel bag were. I led her to the Sporting Goods section to see see if we actually had any, then all the sudden, she said in a bitchy tone, "I found it." What the hell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-1745850766311840956?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1745850766311840956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=1745850766311840956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1745850766311840956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1745850766311840956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-7089232700698179047</id><published>2007-11-22T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:16:45.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peltzerpines.com/index.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.peltzerpines.com/index.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of this year's holiday season, I will mostly be working in the garden center of the store because of the Christmas trees. Last night I cut my first tree with the chainsaw and it was awesome! Its a lot easier than it seems, and a lot of fun. I did a total of two trees that night and I was real excited. I will also be working there on Black Friday late in the afternoon so I won't be dealing with many guest; that means I won't have a big story for Black Friday this year for my blog :( I guess I'll name my chainsaw "Harley" or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-7089232700698179047?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7089232700698179047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=7089232700698179047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7089232700698179047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7089232700698179047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-trees.html' title='Christmas Trees'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-344701794073179090</id><published>2007-11-02T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:25:24.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter With A Justice Leage/Batman: The Animated Series Fan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whvcmt.warnerbros.com/WHV_MARS/thumbnail.jsp?assetID=1678157"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://whvcmt.warnerbros.com/WHV_MARS/thumbnail.jsp?assetID=1678157" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While covering a break for electronics, I was ringing up a guest's purchase that included the DVD, Superman: Doomsday. He was with his kids and I told him that it was rated PG-13 and he said that his kids would be asleep by the time they would be watching it. Then I asked if he watched Justice League and he replied with a definite "Of Course." I got all happy and excited because its hard to come by hardcore fans nowadays. I then asked him if watched Batman: The Animated Series and it turned out he did as well! He then said that his favorite was "Static Shock" and how upset he was that it was canceled. I almost forgot about that show until he bought it up. Thats the type of customer I would enjoy to ring up on a daily basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-344701794073179090?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/344701794073179090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=344701794073179090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/344701794073179090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/344701794073179090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/encounter-with-justice-leagebatman_02.html' title='Encounter With A Justice Leage/Batman: The Animated Series Fan!'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-2215122921460868840</id><published>2007-11-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:39:17.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Black Friday!</title><content type='html'>Heres the countdown to Armageddon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2007&amp;amp;month=11&amp;amp;date=23&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Black%20Friday&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=Wdhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000033" width="250" height="365" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="width:15.6em;height:22.8em;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7is7.com/otto/countdown.html?year=2007&amp;amp;month=11&amp;amp;date=23&amp;amp;hrs=0&amp;amp;ts=24&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0&amp;amp;tz=local&amp;amp;title=Countdown%20To%20Black%20Friday&amp;amp;lang=en&amp;amp;show=Wdhms&amp;amp;mode=r&amp;amp;cdir=down&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23CCFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23000033"&gt;Countdown To Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-2215122921460868840?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2215122921460868840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=2215122921460868840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/2215122921460868840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/2215122921460868840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/countdown-to-black-friday.html' title='Countdown to Black Friday!'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-6713415879954623187</id><published>2007-10-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:48:32.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of Old Enemies and Emergence of a New One</title><content type='html'>Okay so last night I was cashiering as usual and everything was alright until this lady came up to my lane. This lady mad my time a living hell during my first weeks of work by bitching and backsassing me while trying to help her with a printer sale. Now when she came up to my lane, she talked to her daughter and said, "Be careful, they still double scan your items and double charge you." What a bitch...&lt;br /&gt;Then the coupon king came up to my lane. (Not to be confused with the queen, but if we gave them the same name, it would be more funny) This guy buys a bunch of items with coupons that save him around $3 to $5 and gives him a buy one get one free deal. He then returns the items and get a profit. I've seen this guy very often and I swear he buys the same crap every time.&lt;br /&gt;Then the wort enemy. This girl comes up to me and buys something that was around $11.78. She gave me a ten and two ones and after I put the cash in the register, I gave her the change and she said that she gave me a 20 dollar bill so that she would get a ten in change. What a klepHOmaniac. I gave her the ten for times sake. But the creepy thing about this was that she looked like a nice normal girl, the most unlikely suspect by first impression. Don't trust anyone with money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-6713415879954623187?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6713415879954623187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=6713415879954623187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6713415879954623187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6713415879954623187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/return-of-old-enemies-and-emergence-of.html' title='Return of Old Enemies and Emergence of a New One'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-6700146043947473217</id><published>2007-10-22T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:39:47.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Wildfires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.poe-news.com/imgs/story/37950-california-wildfires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.poe-news.com/imgs/story/37950-california-wildfires.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in San Diego, California and unfortunately, we had several wildfires start up a few days ago, worsening everyday. We had an evacuation center near our Target, so people mainly came to us to get food, blankets, and supplies. I was cashiering tonight, so pretty much everything was calm since only a handful of people entered the store. Also, some customers got frustrated because our store donated a lot of food, blankets and pillows to the nearby shelter, leaving the customers with little to buy. Ignorant and selfish customers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-6700146043947473217?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6700146043947473217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=6700146043947473217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6700146043947473217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6700146043947473217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/california-wildfires.html' title='California Wildfires'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-7690825731710187555</id><published>2007-10-18T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:24:19.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Night and Secret Shopper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/331152398_e4d20b10b5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/331152398_e4d20b10b5.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was really hectic. I was on the sales floor and at that time, there was barley anyone else there. On my way to Health and Beauty, my section for the night, I was stopped by not one, but four guests at the same time. One wanted an Ipod from the glass display, one wanted to find some medicine, one wanted to find a pink DVD case, and the other one wanted to find the price of a camera. At that point I wanted to yell out at the top of my lungs, but I kept my cool and helped each guest one at a time starting with the medicine and ending with the Ipod. Geez...&lt;br /&gt;We also had a secret shopper come by Guest Services with an envelope she needed to give to LOD. I asked her if it was fun being a secret shopper and she replied, "Yes, you get to shop for a living!" I also asked if the company gave her money to shop but she only said that they only did that once in a while. If they gave you money all the time, I'd quit my job for that one :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-7690825731710187555?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7690825731710187555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=7690825731710187555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7690825731710187555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7690825731710187555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-night-and-secret-shopper.html' title='Busy Night and Secret Shopper!'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-1283608675053339226</id><published>2007-10-01T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:09:42.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Code Khaki"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RwGI-pvczWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S3WrAxX76gY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RwGI-pvczWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S3WrAxX76gY/s200/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116521261607734626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was actually fun in Target. I was invited to play a game, later named "Code Khaki." The object of the game is to find someone in Target who is wearing a red top and khaki, that is not a team member. Once you find someone, you must go on your walkie and call for someone that is playing in the game and tell the person the exact location of the Code Khaki. After the CK is confirmed, you get a point. The person who finds the most "Code Khakis" wins! I was laughing the whole night! Yeah, it makes time pass by :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-1283608675053339226?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1283608675053339226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=1283608675053339226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1283608675053339226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/1283608675053339226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/code-khaki.html' title='&quot;Code Khaki&quot;'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RwGI-pvczWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S3WrAxX76gY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-4163623913036299487</id><published>2007-09-27T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:07:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Day So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tinygem.ca/images/stack-diapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.tinygem.ca/images/stack-diapers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I worked as a cashier, but before I went up to my station, some girl came up to me and asked where the air purifiers were. I suggested that she look at the home improvment part of the store, but she kept nagging sand saying "Don't Make Me Walk All The Way There" because I wasn't sure we had any.  Then she left for good, and then two hours later, the real fun began.  Just as I closed down my lane to switch to another one, this middle aged lady came up to me saying that her kid had a bathroom emergency since our restrooms were closed.  I said to her that my lane was closing, but I also said that my new lane was only a few feet in front of me.  Impatient, she started yelling at me saying that she was just gonna leave her cart and just go straight out of the door.  She left her cart which contained a mop, diapers(ironically), a cd, and a pitchfork costume prop; yes, she is the devil...  So I came up with this theory: CUSTOMERS ARE NICER ON THE WEEKENDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-4163623913036299487?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4163623913036299487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=4163623913036299487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4163623913036299487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4163623913036299487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/worst-day-so-far.html' title='Worst Day So Far'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-4888712731902055786</id><published>2007-09-23T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:08:16.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bikes and Beads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RvdUSJvczUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bD5Y5CbtYSA/s1600-h/target+bikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RvdUSJvczUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bD5Y5CbtYSA/s400/target+bikes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113648572731804994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today, a lot of funny stuff happened. First, this guy came called for help in the bike section, so I came up to help him. He then started complaining to me about his bike return. He bought a bike a while back but didn't want it, so he came back to return it and get a refund, but he couldn't because LOD said that it had already been used and you can't get a refund on used products. He then got really pissed off in front of me (It was like he had an emotional breakdown or something). But in the end, he got an exchange for another bike. I hope he's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bike story. This lady came to get bikes for her sons. Real easy right? -Not &lt;br /&gt;in this case. She took a look at like five different bikes and made he sons try them out. After observing the bikes that were on sale, she then got into detail with her questions like, "How long can my son use this bike?", and "What if I don't like it, can I return it?" The questions weren't that bad though. But when the guys from the backroom came to get one of the bikes she wanted from the top rack with a lift, thats when everything got confusing. She couldn't buy the bikes because her car wasn't big enough. So we told he that she could reserve the bikes for 24 hours and the lady kept asking the same questions all over again. After she left, the guys in the back were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final story of the day, the boy and the beads. I was walking down the toys section and this guy asked me if a bead playset was for boys or girls. I said it was a girl toy since it was in the girls section and of the colors of the beads. The saame guy came up to me and then asked me if I could say that the bead playset was a girl's toy to his son who wanted the beads. Heres the dialog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "Is this a girl's toy or a boy's toy?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Its a boy's -I mean a girl's toy."&lt;br /&gt;Son: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Parents: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah alot happened today, good thing no one yelled at me today though ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-4888712731902055786?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4888712731902055786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=4888712731902055786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4888712731902055786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/4888712731902055786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/bikes-and-beads.html' title='Bikes and Beads'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dadbQ1higgc/RvdUSJvczUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bD5Y5CbtYSA/s72-c/target+bikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-6061637057172191945</id><published>2007-09-16T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:12:51.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween at Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/target_tower.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/target_tower.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Halloween part of the store is awesome! Theres a moving Edgar and Ellen tower and the Haloween stuff is really cool. They even have an adult sized chicken costume; I thought that was cool. They even have things from skeleton shaped light ornaments, to Halloween themed napkin holders! I never knew Target could get that dark haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-6061637057172191945?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6061637057172191945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=6061637057172191945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6061637057172191945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/6061637057172191945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/halloween-at-target.html' title='Halloween at Target'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-5001365786686790693</id><published>2007-09-14T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:56:10.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Coupon Queen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thriftyfun.com/images/articles16/coupons300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.thriftyfun.com/images/articles16/coupons300x225.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, when I just started working at Target, I witnessed the first of the weird customers. This lady came to Target with an item she purchased online and wanted to get a refund on it. She bought one of those diabetic blood sugar maintainers.   Our store did not carry the item but she still wanted the refund. Anyway, it turned out that she used a coupon to save $20 and when she returned the item, she got $20 back! GSTL allowed it however, I guess for customer service, and then she labeled her, "Coupon Queen," which what I thought was hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-5001365786686790693?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5001365786686790693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=5001365786686790693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/5001365786686790693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/5001365786686790693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/coupon-queen.html' title='The &quot;Coupon Queen&quot;'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-7483421121313880941</id><published>2007-09-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T20:38:02.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1384/1199148477_22e9d2bbce.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1384/1199148477_22e9d2bbce.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its months away, I am still worried about Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving Sale. I hope I can survive it, but at least I can get a good story for Target Stories! Crazy customers are bound to be loose that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-7483421121313880941?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7483421121313880941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=7483421121313880941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7483421121313880941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/7483421121313880941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/black-friday-anticipation.html' title='Black Friday Anticipation'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2736243841238468618.post-9143912384971600912</id><published>2007-09-12T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:23:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello and Welcome</title><content type='html'>Well I created this blog out of boredom just for fun. I just wanted people to know how interesting and crazy it is working at Target, or any retail store for that matter. I personally love working at Target, but its the customers that drive everyone nuts. Every time I encounter a conflict or tough situation with a customer , I will post the story up here. HAVE FUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2736243841238468618-9143912384971600912?l=targetstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9143912384971600912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2736243841238468618&amp;postID=9143912384971600912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/9143912384971600912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2736243841238468618/posts/default/9143912384971600912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://targetstories.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and Welcome'/><author><name>New Team Member</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03683793334376918057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q319/harlequinde/Camera148-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
