And they (women) say Men can't keep their bathrooms clean.
Fah.
We don't use tampons.
I've seen a women's bathroom with menstrual blood spread all over everywhere and the tampon (used, of course) in the sink.
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[QUOTE=Ven Kaeo;32363321]And they (women) say Men can't keep their bathrooms clean.
Fah.
We don't use tampons.
I've seen a women's bathroom with menstrual blood spread all over everywhere and the tampon (used, of course) in the sink.
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I once had to unblock a toilet with menstrual bloodied tissues because everyone else refused to do it.
[QUOTE=Ven Kaeo;32311332]Thing is, it's my job to help you find what you're looking for. I have to ask you. It's required, and if I don't follow my 'customer path' I can be written up for it. You (not you, but you the consumer) don't need to be an asshole about refusing my help.
Also, generally, we don't fucking want you in the store slowly walking around and browsing at your leisure. We have things we need to do, and they don't revolve around standing on the sales floor watching you in case you decide to steal something. We can't go about our business with a customer in the store. We have to watch him and we have to be there ready to help if he needs it.
And we don't want to have to sit around watching you for however long you want to wander. We want to do our job. We want to get our sale set up, or finish putting out product, or putting out tags. Or maybe we just want to sit in the back room, drink our coffee/soda, and relax.
[editline]15th September 2011[/editline]
Where I work our customer path involves greeting the customer to 'make them feel welcome'. Our way of finding thieves is handing people our weekly sales flier. If they leave it somewhere or stuff it in their pocket without looking at it they're generally would-be thieves, as must general customers at least glance at it.
Also, would be thieves are always looking at YOU and not the product. They're not very good at pretending to look at/read things. They're always watching you and seeing where you are and trying to be where you can't see.[/QUOTE]
Best way to steal shit? Actually buy something.
Buy something for ~2 bucks steal something ~2 bucks NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING. (I've never tried this, seems like a good(bad?) idea.)
Last night at about 6 pm:
Some fat black gangster kid and his white wankster fag friend come into the mcdonalds I was buying a burger at because I felt like having a little unhealthy meal and bitch and yell at the managment about how they ordered 4 mcdoubles and only got 3 yet their receipt, the machine, the drive through lady, the customer behind them and the manger all heard them say 3 mcdoubles when they ordered, they were also only charged for 3. If it hadn't been for the old lady standing in line behind them I was going to tell them off for being the scum of the earth and punch them in the throut simply to make them shut up, the manger was threatening to call the cops because the douchbags were screaming and slamming shit around. It was even worse because the place was understaffed that night too.
[QUOTE=Pascall;32362047]No, I wasn't a promotional model. They only do photo shoots in California. I was a store model, meaning "Wear the clothes and stand in front of the store and tell people to buy shit."[/QUOTE]
Yeah, you do pretty much the same shit with Abercrombie. I work Impact though. I literally fold clothes the vast majority of the time; someone else usually does it for whatever reason. Don't even really stock them. It's so fucking mundane. I should be leaving it soon.
So, today at Party City, it had been a fairly busy day for a Sunday. The picture wall was swamped, there were a jillion balloon orders to do, and people were just being inconsiderate asses as per usual.
Not three minutes before we closed the store, I noticed a girl in her early twenties standing at the balloon counter. I left my position at my cash register to go and help her.
With a smile on my face, I said "Hi, do you need help with something?"
Then she just stares at me with this deer-in-the-headlights, glazed over look on her face for a good twenty seconds. Finally she says (in the most nasal cali-girl tone), "Uhm... yeahhh. I, like, need twenty five latex balloons."
[I]Woah there.[/I] Put that shit in reverse. She wants me to do [I]twenty five[/I] balloons in two minutes? FFFF-
To my relief, she sees our sign about a deal for a dozen balloons with hi-float (makes the balloons last for at least a damn week) and a balloon bag (to make putting them in your car easier) for $11.78.
She goes "Oooh, nonono wait. I want this thing. And theeeeenn.... (twenty-second pause) ...mylar balloon numberrr ___."
Through gritted teeth, I say okay, and to pick out her latex balloon colors while I get the sku numbers for everything.
To that, she says "Well, um, hurry, because I was told yesterday to have them at the salon at 6:20, and that's in like... fifteen minutes."
[I]what the actual fuck, woman.[/I]
So, I go and round up the sku numbers, but once I get back, she is STILL picking out colors. By this time, the store is closed and my coworkers are ringing up the last of the remaining customers' things. She FINALLY has picked out her colors, and I get to work putting the hi-float gel into each latex balloon, blowing it up, tying a ribbon to it, and then curling the excess ribbon. All the while, the bitch is just staring at me, mouth wide open. Occasionally, she realizes how fucking stupid she looks and starts to LOUDLY pop her gum.
I'm almost done with the order, and the bitch has the nerve to sigh and, under her breath, say "Ugh. (name) is gonna kill me just because some people can't do their job right."
Why the fuck is it MY fault that you decided to wait last minute to come in and ask for balloons?
Once I finish and wrangle the balloons into the balloon bag, I go to hand them to her and she [I]snatches[/I] them from me. No 'thank you' or anything.
I fucking swear to god I hate people sometimes.
[QUOTE=Jawalt;32366758]Best way to steal shit? Actually buy something.
Buy something for ~2 bucks steal something ~2 bucks NO ONE SUSPECTS A THING. (I've never tried this, seems like a good(bad?) idea.)[/QUOTE]
Good thing that doesn't work at the store I'm at cause everything costs close to a thousand dollars.
A fun one from today.
We had a meeting at the lovely time of 6AM, we don't open till eight on sundays so we have plenty of time for the meeting.
And halfway through a customer walks in, looks over and sees us all and has the best "I shouldn't be here expression" then starts walking back out.
[QUOTE=FlakAttack;32362936]My dad has muscular dystrophe, I don't get all butthurt when people don't donate to the cause. There's like 50 million fucking causes out there and they all want your money. Many of them are not legit and are ripping people off. You can't blame people for getting overwhelmed or not trusting charities. I mean fuck, one of my uncles ran a phony charity designed to sap money into his own account. I know how to do it and get away with it, and it is easy as fuck.
Just remember, you can ask a charity to provide you with financial information before you donate. You can usually cut out the fake ones right away, because they will refuse to give you the information or say they don't have it. Regardless, make sure you read everything AND DON'T GIVE MONEY TO THE FUCKING GLOBAL WARMING CHARITIES. Support the anti-deforestation, anti-pollution, anti-toxic dumping ones... but any charity with "global warming" or "climate change" as a primary part of the cause should be ignored. They are almost always bullshit.
Now, onto my story... I work at a bakery in a grocery store. We get some real retards from time to time, but some people even stand out from this batch of failures.
1 - A guy comes up and, with angry face and all, tells me there is too much fat in our croissants. I tell him "Well, that's croissants for you... they're fattening". He says "Bullshit. I've seen better." So I asked him "Do you even know how croissants are made? They're made from dozens of layers of pastry with a smear of butter in between [I]every single layer[/I]. The thing is literally made of pastry and animal fat."
After that he told me he was reporting me to the store manager. I never ended up hearing anything about it, I imagine the manager gave the same explanation.
2 - This guy comes up to our HUGE cake display case, points vaguely at it, and says "I want the blue cake." This is a common problem, people are not even close to specific enough, and we can't see where they're pointing on the glass because the glass is curved big time. Anyway, I ask him "Sorry, which cake did you want?" and he jams his finger into the glass harder this time, and says with more force "[B]The blue cake[/B]". Having gone through this shit all day, I say "WE HAVE OVER 5 BLUE CAKES, WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT?" and he points and says "I WANT THAT FUCKING CAKE". So I say "I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THE GLASS DIPSHIT, DESCRIBE THE FUCKING CAKE". My manager stepped in and told the guy the get the fuck out, and took me off serving customers for the rest of my shift. Man that was ridiculous.
Got lots of other stories from that bakery... there were some fantastically stupid people there god damn.[/QUOTE]
Your manager sounds cool
[QUOTE=-GTFMiika-;32368299]So, today at Party City, it had been a fairly busy day for a Sunday. The picture wall was swamped, there were a jillion balloon orders to do, and people were just being inconsiderate asses as per usual.
Not three minutes before we closed the store, I noticed a girl in her early twenties standing at the balloon counter. I left my position at my cash register to go and help her.
With a smile on my face, I said "Hi, do you need help with something?"
Then she just stares at me with this deer-in-the-headlights, glazed over look on her face for a good twenty seconds. Finally she says (in the most nasal cali-girl tone), "Uhm... yeahhh. I, like, need twenty five latex balloons."
[I]Woah there.[/I] Put that shit in reverse. She wants me to do [I]twenty five[/I] balloons in two minutes? FFFF-
To my relief, she sees our sign about a deal for a dozen balloons with hi-float (makes the balloons last for at least a damn week) and a balloon bag (to make putting them in your car easier) for $11.78.
She goes "Oooh, nonono wait. I want this thing. And theeeeenn.... (twenty-second pause) ...mylar balloon numberrr ___."
Through gritted teeth, I say okay, and to pick out her latex balloon colors while I get the sku numbers for everything.
To that, she says "Well, um, hurry, because I was told yesterday to have them at the salon at 6:20, and that's in like... fifteen minutes."
[I]what the actual fuck, woman.[/I]
So, I go and round up the sku numbers, but once I get back, she is STILL picking out colors. By this time, the store is closed and my coworkers are ringing up the last of the remaining customers' things. She FINALLY has picked out her colors, and I get to work putting the hi-float gel into each latex balloon, blowing it up, tying a ribbon to it, and then curling the excess ribbon. All the while, the bitch is just staring at me, mouth wide open. Occasionally, she realizes how fucking stupid she looks and starts to LOUDLY pop her gum.
I'm almost done with the order, and the bitch has the nerve to sigh and, under her breath, say "Ugh. (name) is gonna kill me just because some people can't do their job right."
Why the fuck is it MY fault that you decided to wait last minute to come in and ask for balloons?
Once I finish and wrangle the balloons into the balloon bag, I go to hand them to her and she [I]snatches[/I] them from me. No 'thank you' or anything.
I fucking swear to god I hate people sometimes.[/QUOTE]
Ah, last minute customers. I honestly have to wonder what is going through their heads when they decide to come in at the last possible fucking second and not know what the hell it is they want.
Mine seems kinda trivial compared to yours, but we had a nice incident of this today. It was a very slow day at the store today and, being a Sunday, we weren't allowed to do taskwork to keep ourselves occupied. So, from about...4:30-5:30, we have a grand total of 1 customer. Bear in mind that we close at 6PM on a Sunday.
At about 5:35, the floodgates open. Between 5:35 and 6PM, we get three Xbox 360's with about 15 games a piece traded in, along with about 8 other random customers milling about who don't make their decision until 5:59. So, when we finally close the store at 6:03, our back counter is a disaster zone and all three of us had to stay 25 minutes late in order to clean up the mess, all because customers waited until the last fucking second.
The above is basically why we are paid a extra half hour after the store closes, so we can get those last customers out the door when we close, which some days is a bit hard.
Cool I start work at hungry jacks (Australian Burger King) tomorrow.
Expect stories.
A couple of years ago when I was working retail (had been there for about 11 months at that point, K-mart) my co-workers and I noticed this suspicious smell whilst walking through the store, we looked around for ages and couldn't find what it was.
Now there's a fish market about 100M away in this mall complex. After an hour we'd given up wondering what the smell was about and just got on with it.
Leaving work that day I met up with a fellow employee who told me that they'd found what the smell was, someone had stuck a whole tuna in a Buzz Lightyear suit and left it there.
That's probably the strangest, I've got rage inducing stories but I cbf putting them into words, the pain is still too fresh.
This is a good thread. I'm going to get popcorn and read the rest of this thread.
[QUOTE=Linkage;32370912]A couple of years ago when I was working retail (had been there for about 11 months at that point, K-mart) my co-workers and I noticed this suspicious smell whilst walking through the store, we looked around for ages and couldn't find what it was.
Now there's a fish market about 100M away in this mall complex. After an hour we'd given up wondering what the smell was about and just got on with it.
Leaving work that day I met up with a fellow employee who told me that they'd found what the smell was, someone had stuck a whole tuna in a Buzz Lightyear suit and left it there.
That's probably the strangest, I've got rage inducing stories but I cbf putting them into words, the pain is still to fresh.[/QUOTE]
what
I've had the pleasure of never working retail but I do have some horror stories of my previous job.
Well, not horror stories in comparison to other things in this thread, but still proof that people are fucking retarded.
My last job was working live sales chat for Xenon Servers. And I'd really change my official job title to "Support Department Redirect and Troll Handler." Because 90% of chats were dumbass kids who didn't know that there was a support department, and 5% of chats were trolls, the last 5% being sales chats. So I basically transferred 80% of chats, 10% of support chats I handled myself, and the rest were sales.
An average chat went like this, from the client's screen:
"You are now chatting with Nicholas - Sales."
Me (Nicholas): Hi there [name], how can I help?
Client: uh hi i need help with my minecraft server
Me: You'd need to open a support ticket or I can transfer you to a support associate.
Client: i deleted my world how can i get it back
Me: Please open a support ticket, I can't help you with that, sorry.
Client: hello?
Client: can you help me?
It was ridiculous.
Jesus, there's quite a few people who work(ed) at Hollister in this thread. I'm working there as Impact Sales. Not a bad job, really, but getting new shipments is a pain in the ass. If there's one thing I've noticed, it's that their packaging is incredibly wasteful. Like, usually each shirt is in its own individual plastic bag, in a box. Occasionally, you'll get a larger bag with like eight shirts in it (which is nice and efficient). I wish they'd do that more often. I fucking hate closet rebuilds, too; especially for betty shirt closets. There's like twenty-five different styles that have to be re-folded and placed properly. Customers who pull a shirt from the middle of the pile (recking the shirts above) and then just shove it back on top of the pile, unfolded (or, worse, a completely different pile!), can go fuck themselves.
Anyway, I like the job. It's not really that hard and nobody gives a fuck if you text/browse Reddit/listen to music as long as you're in the back. Climbing the sliding shelves in the stock room is probably an OSHA violation, though, and we've got a million employees so I haven't been getting many hours. Also, we never have any fucking boys boards in the back so I end up folding pretty much everything with a girl's knit board. Nobody is any the wiser.
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EDIT: Oh, I forgot a couple things. First off, when we pull USR (pulling stock from the backroom to bring out), we pull it off the shelf and THROW IT ON THE GROUNDDDDDDDDD. We also fold your clothes on a dusty floor in our back room.
I'll have you know I always fold things before I put them back in the pile :smile:
Not retail, but I do work at dealership where we do general maintenance on cars (oil changes, tires, the works).
Normally, what customers should do, is park their car in the service lanes to queue up, leaves their keys in it (very important for obvious reasons) and then talk to a service advisor on servicing their vehicle (to get their information, find out what needs to be done, etc). Here is a poorly drawn illustration:
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/14575796/drarings/wheresupposetopark.png[/img]
Unfortunately, this seems to confuse many customers. And what really ends up happening, is that they park in these places:
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/14575796/drarings/Where%20theydo.png[/img]
Basically, every place EXCEPT where they are supposed to. Not surprisingly we get a lot of "Is this where I'm supposed to park my car?". Those aren't the ones that get on my nerves though. At least they are trying to get it right and ask questions.
Here's an example of someone doing it the wrong way:
Advisor:"Ma'am, where's your car?"
Lady:"Oh, it looked like you were busy so I parked my car over there." *points to the other side of the building*
Of course, its not just on the other side of the building, its on the other side of the PROPERTY, parked over in employee parking. Basically, wasting our time having to walk over, find the car, and drive it back. The entire point of the service queue line, is that you can park your car right there, and that as soon as we finish the first car, we can work on yours within a few seconds.
Then of course, you have the ditchers that don't even talk to a service adviser, they just park their car and leave. Sometimes WITHOUT the keys. Sometimes in a completely obscure area.
Such as what happened on Saturday:
Lady: "Where is my car?"
Advisor: "Excuse me?"
Lady: "I want to know where my car is!"
Advisor: "I'm not sure if we..."
Lady: "Its been here for over an hour! So much for being "quick"!"
Advisor: "Ma'am, who was your service advisor?"
Lady: "Advisor?"
Advisor: "Yes, who helped you when you brought your car in?"
Lady: "Well nobody dumbass! Why in the hell would I need to talk to anybody?"
Advisor: "Well, you need to talk to one of us before we can work on your car."
Lady: "What sort of bullshit is that! How blind are you? My car is right fucking there!"
Advisor: "Where is that?"
Lady:"Its that Ford Escape right over there!"
Advisor: "Well how are we supposed to know that?"
Lady: "You should know, because its your goddamn job!"
That's my rant. I feel bad for the service advisors sometimes. At least I don't have to deal with customers on a regular basis.
I think the general rule of thumb is that [B]customers are stupid[/B]
I used to work at Best Buy, I fucking hated it when dumbass people come in minutes before we closed. I once had some jackass and his two boyscout kids come in literally TWO MINUTES before we closed, he told us they were just going to take a quick walk around the store, then proceeded to spend HALF A FUCKING HOUR playing the display xbox. Shit like this happened all the time, and half the time when we told customers we had closed twenty minutes ago they had no idea we were actually closed. The bullshit part about it was we weren't allowed to make any "we are closing in 30 minutes buy your shit and get out" announcements because customers got offended by them.
[QUOTE=fenwick;32281725]Only part-time in high school and college.
[editline]14th September 2011[/editline]
That' why you do this...
[img]http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5120087765_a20232bc61_b.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
5-day late reply, but that brings up another thing i hated customers for.
People would just go ass-crazy on the ketchup pump trying to get every last bit of ketchup out. I remember one time some woman was just mashing the thing, and it's obviously out, but she just keeps slamming the handle down. She is still there trying to wail on the thing as one of our guys is trying to pry it away and go refill it. She was also one of those people who were too good for ketchup cups, so she was just spraying the ketchup all over the tray itself, which is A. pretty gross because they aren't that clean, and B. a super awesome treat when you get a stack of trays back to clean on a busy day and half of them have ketchup filling a whole corner.
One time to make it challenging, and to eliminate customers from getting to use the ketchup i stacked this giant ketchup pump we had one top of the napkin dispenser, then balanced it on one of our soda can sized salt shakers...people still tried using it. Though it worked to an extent, because everyone was too busy worrying about it falling over (Why no one just sat it down is beyond me, but it was hilarious) that they just calmly and slowly filled ketchup cups then walked off.
On a semi-related note, we had a guy drop and break our bottle of malt-vinegar. We all looked up when he did it, and without missing a beat he played it off by trying to blame someone else and said "Uhh...someone broke your malt vinegar"
[editline]19th September 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=Zatharon;32377324]I used to work at Best Buy, I fucking hated it when dumbass people come in minutes before we closed. I once had some jackass and his two boyscout kids come in literally TWO MINUTES before we closed, he told us they were just going to take a quick walk around the store, then proceeded to spend HALF A FUCKING HOUR playing the display xbox. Shit like this happened all the time, and half the time when we told customers we had closed twenty minutes ago they had no idea we were actually closed. The bullshit part about it was we weren't allowed to make any "we are closing in 30 minutes buy your shit and get out" announcements because customers got offended by them.[/QUOTE]
We had people do that all the time.
The mall would be closed and people would be up there walking around. It's not like "Just closed" it's like everything shut down 45 minutes ago, and every single store has their metal gates down, with the lights off. The mall was dark and i saw these two people walking down the hallway towards the food court. At this point i was finishing up scrubbing down the flat-top grill, and every light in our store was off. These people walk to the front and just stand there looking at the menu. It's now 9:50 and i am literally about to walk into the back, put the numbers in the computer, and go the fuck home. I walk up to print everything off and they look at me and say "We need 2 Philly Cheesesteaks". When i informed them that we, and the mall had been closed for 50 minutes, they said "Fuck that!" and walked off angry.
[editline]19th September 2011[/editline]
Another thing i just remembered.
While the customers were idiots, the job did suck significantly less most days, because we would fuck around.
Like the day we made "Grillbot 5000"
Behold his cardboard glory...
[IMG]http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt311/actionhank1786/n1295670290_30272284_522335.jpg[/IMG]
People didn't know what to do when ordering from him.
The best part of ANY job: Closing time. That's sarcastic. You'd think closing would be the best part because you get to go home, right?
Fuck no. Instead, you get people coming in at literally the LAST fucking minute. Then when you tell them, "We're closing sir." They get all pissy and say, "But I am here before you close. You close at 10:00, I'm here at 9:59, so I'm allowed. To which I respond, "Sir, the manager said we're closed, we're closed. I don't make the rules."
"Too bad for you, God forbid you do your job for once."
This was too far. I've been pushed around too much in a single day, and I'd had enough. I finally said, out of lack of caring, plus my manager is pretty badass,
"Why should I have to fix what shelves you mess up, what spills you make, etc. when it's time for me to go home? I don't want to be here any more than anyone else. The hours are on the door. Don't tell me you didn't notice, and don't tell me when we close and when we don't. I work here, I, among everyone else, know what time the store closes."
He said in response, "Well, you're still open."
I looked down at my watch and showed him, it said, "10:00" on it. I said,
"Sir, it's 10:00. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Too fucking bad, you wasted my time talking to me, NOT doing your job!"
"Sir, I'm going to ask you to leave one more time otherwise the police will be called, as you are now trespassing. Have a nice night."
"Fuck you and your store, I'm going to Wal-Mart."
"Sir, I can assure you that losing one potential customer and your $20 in groceries will not affect as nearly as much as leaving the lights on to rack up the bill for another 10 minutes while you search for something to eat for dinner."
My manager laughed. I was off the hook.
[QUOTE=Pr0vologne;32303325]If there is one thing I have learned from working in customer service, it's never fuck around or piss off the people trying to help you. So I always make sure to treat every customer service person kindly and respectfully only because I know how much it sucks ass to get a butthurt customer that ruins your day.[/QUOTE]
Unlucky, I tend to get customers who can take a joke.
Few weeks ago I was refilling the strawberries from these big ol' boxes and a customer walks up to me going 'don't suppose you guys have any strawberries left', to which I replied 'um, lemme think.....nnnnope, all gone'.
He shook his fist with a big smile going 'consornit, there goes my day'.
[QUOTE=FlakAttack;32362936]
2 - This guy comes up to our HUGE cake display case, points vaguely at it, and says "I want the blue cake." This is a common problem, people are not even close to specific enough, and we can't see where they're pointing on the glass because the glass is curved big time. Anyway, I ask him "Sorry, which cake did you want?" and he jams his finger into the glass harder this time, and says with more force "[B]The blue cake[/B]". Having gone through this shit all day, I say "WE HAVE OVER 5 BLUE CAKES, WHICH ONE DO YOU WANT?" and he points and says "I WANT THAT FUCKING CAKE". So I say "I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THE GLASS DIPSHIT, DESCRIBE THE FUCKING CAKE". My manager stepped in and told the guy the get the fuck out, and took me off serving customers for the rest of my shift. Man that was ridiculous.
Got lots of other stories from that bakery... there were some fantastically stupid people there god damn.[/QUOTE]
I get this so bad, my shop stocks around 10,000 stock lines if not more, I regularly get asked "what price are your torches?" well um we sell 30 different models and I don't commit the prices of them to memory.
[QUOTE=Callius;32380128]I get this so bad, my shop stocks around 10,000 stock lines if not more, I regularly get asked "what price are your torches?" well um we sell 30 different models and I don't commit the prices of them to memory.[/QUOTE]
I would have people do that.
They would come up and point at the menu and say "I want that one!" like i can tell where their eyes are looking.
I work at Adidas and pretty much the worst thing that or funniest thing is when people come up to me when I'm on the register and ask for a discount or if we have any discounts.
Obviously, if you walk into a store and ask if we have discounts we don't because discounts are for employees and their friends and families.
So when I tell them that we do not have discounts for customers, they start bitching and complaining that its too expensive and shit and walk out.
Now this ONE time while I was ringing this customer up, he immediately tells me to give him a discount, and I said very politely "Sorry sir, we don't have discounts for any customers unless they have a coupon or a Adidas employee card." Now at this point he thinks he can try to get mine and asks to see mine, which I don't have because I haven't received it from corporate.
So I tell him very politely once again, "Sorry sir I don't have my employee card because I have yet to receive mine." So at this point I'm done taking all the sensors off and finished bagging and asked him how he was gonna pay, he asks ONE MORE TIME, "Did you give me a discount?" I said no and he starts complaining again how we are tricking him and shit like that and wanted to speak to my manager.
He then tells her straight up, "You should fire this guy here, he won't let me use his discount on my merchandise." At this point my managers giving him the "What the fuck are you talking about?" Look and she says "Sorry sir, unless you work here or know someone that works here, we will not give you a discount, so you can either pay for your things or politely leave, but if we have a problem we can call some very big guys from security to escort you out, your choice sir."
He paid for his things and ran the fuck out.
Made my day.
The customers that don't speak a lick of english but insist on trying to talk to you are the worst.
Had some guy come in, didn't speak a SINGLE WORD of English. I asked him how I could help him and all he did was tap his cell phone. He did this twice more until finally he pulled it out and showed it to me. I asked him if he wanted to make a payment, he nodded hesitantly. I asked him how much, and then named the most common price ($50) and he nodded again. So I ring it up, have to tell him the total 4 times before he gives me the money, all the while he's just looking around like he's ignoring me or staring blankly at me.
When it's all said and done, he gave me $60,00 for a $53,50 purchase. I gave him his change ($6,50) and send him on his way.
5 minutes later he comes up to the counter, puts his change on the counter, points to the receipt, and tries to tell me I gave him the wrong change. I point at the part of the receipt that says "Total, Paid, Change" and showed him it said 6,50 and then showed him the money I gave him, he scoffed, and left.
God damn what the fuck.
[editline]19th September 2011[/editline]
And then some people are just plain fucking rude.
Once a week or so I go out and clean the windows of the store with a telescoping sponge/squeegee and bucket of soapy water. So I'm done, and after dumping out my bucket, I turn to go into the store. About two feet from the door some fat bitch barges in front of me to get into the store before me, then lets the door slam right in my face. While I'm holding two telescoping mops and a bucket.
Then, when I get inside, and am trying to get to the back room to put the shit away, she keeps fucking getting in my way. There's like a 2' gap between the edge of the sales counter and one of our aisles, and that's how you get to the second back room. She was fucking standing in the middle of that gap watching the televisions, and she didn't fucking move when I said excuse me.
I eventually had to push my way past her.
Goddamn cunt.
[QUOTE=Ven Kaeo;32382473]The customers that don't speak a lick of english but insist on trying to talk to you are the worst.
Had some guy come in, didn't speak a SINGLE WORD of English. I asked him how I could help him and all he did was tap his cell phone. He did this twice more until finally he pulled it out and showed it to me. I asked him if he wanted to make a payment, he nodded hesitantly. I asked him how much, and then named the most common price ($50) and he nodded again. So I ring it up, have to tell him the total 4 times before he gives me the money, all the while he's just looking around like he's ignoring me or staring blankly at me.
When it's all said and done, he gave me $60,00 for a $53,50 purchase. I gave him his change ($6,50) and send him on his way.
5 minutes later he comes up to the counter, puts his change on the counter, points to the receipt, and tries to tell me I gave him the wrong change. I point at the part of the receipt that says "Total, Paid, Change" and showed him it said 6,50 and then showed him the money I gave him, he scoffed, and left.
God damn what the fuck.
[editline]19th September 2011[/editline]
And then some people are just plain fucking rude.
Once a week or so I go out and clean the windows of the store with a telescoping sponge/squeegee and bucket of soapy water. So I'm done, and after dumping out my bucket, I turn to go into the store. About two feet from the door some fat bitch barges in front of me to get into the store before me, then lets the door slam right in my face. While I'm holding two telescoping mops and a bucket.
Then, when I get inside, and am trying to get to the back room to put the shit away, she keeps fucking getting in my way. There's like a 2' gap between the edge of the sales counter and one of our aisles, and that's how you get to the second back room. She was fucking standing in the middle of that gap watching the televisions, and she didn't fucking move when I said excuse me.
I eventually had to push my way past her.
Goddamn cunt.[/QUOTE]
God damn indeed.
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