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| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
customers_suck
[ aertyn87 ]
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10:38p |
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customers_suck
[ xonii18 ]
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4:22a |
This Really Isn't That Hard...
You know those customers that start out being mildly WTF, but then gradually escalate to epic suck because they do the same mildly annoying thing EVERY. SINGLE. TIME? This is a letter to such a customer. ( Why ) |
customers_suck
[ xpapergirl ]
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12:56a |
I dont want to hear that!
Witnessed today... I went to a lovely nail salon today to have my acrylics filled and recolored. (pretty red with silver snowflakes yay!) Chatting with my tech...a lady walks in. Asked what she can be helped with....she replies she wants a pedicure. But then...wait...she changes her mind and tells that she only wants a polish change. Asks if they have OPI Red. I look at the polish rack, and there is ALOT of OPI Red. I mean...literally...4 racks full. She makes her selection, goes back to the pedi station...then proceeds to tell the whole salon she doesnt want a full pedi...just a polish change because she has open sores on her feet. Then gets into a very LOUD detailed discussion about how it was caused, what shes being treated with, and how horrible it is to sleep. Later she did say they were cracks due to eczema, and very painful..so maybe her first admission of open sore was a bit over the top. Bless the guy for changing her polish and not causing a scene...but just ew. He did scrub the chair, dispose of/disinfect things her feet had touched..standard protocol I would assume....but again...EW. Is it just me...or if you have...open sores/eczema on your feet...you change your polish at HOME and wait till it clears UP before you head to a nail salon for a pedicure? |
| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 |
customers_suck
[ doctordiehard ]
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11:07p |
No, I thank YOU for the help
The quick version: older man calls me with very basic computer questions involving antivirus software. I answer his questions in a smooth, uneventful conversation. He seemed to understand all that I said and also seemed glad to have the help. At the end of the conversation, he says to me, "Okay, if you need any more help, let me know." As if I had called him for assistance! At the time, I was annoyed, but now as I share this, I'm lol'ing. |
customers_suck
[ jadedanddark ]
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7:38p |
Yeah. I'm judging you.
It's unusual to find a suck/wtf that has nothing to do with you nor anyone around you, but they can happen. So today I'm sprinting about because it's *that* time of year when the sight of this young man brought me to a skidding halt. I could not ignore him, though he stood quite still and silently, due to his amazingly bright red pants. Once having brought my eyes to these neon-colored trousers, a few other details appeared. 1. The pants were an uncomfortable-looking level of tight on him, such as to appear to have been spray-painted on. 2. He was sporting a hard-on, easily visible because of aforementioned bottomwear. 3. He was also holding a treasury of Disney Princess Stories. I wondered if I should maybe get him to leave the store, but seeing as he was not in the kid's department nor was he causing any trouble, there was no need. He went his way, I went mine, the end. Just...Disney Princesses? Really? Current Mood: confused |
customers_suck
[ kirrst ]
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8:43p |
rock star WTF
This wtf occurred several years ago, but the story a couple of posts down about the John Lennon guy reminded me of it, so I figured I'd share it with you guys. I used to work as a receptionist at a desk at my university. My office closed at 10 back then, but everyone else on the floor went home at 5 or 6. For the last few hours of my shift, I usually didn't see anyone, and it was always really quiet (and kind of creepy). One night, I suddenly heard music blasting from down the hall. At first I thought it was a radio or something, but I quickly realized that it was someone actually playing/singing "Free Fallin'" by Tom Petty - really badly. I probably wouldn't have gone to investigate except that I really had to go to the bathroom, so I sucked it up. There was a guy sitting outside the restrooms with a guitar and one of those huge duffel bags, kind of like soldiers have in the army. I was wearing a uniform and nametag, and the guy got really excited and asked if I worked there. When I said yes, this conversation followed: ( um...what? ) |
customers_suck
[ daddysambiguity ]
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1:37p |
dear holiday shoppers
I've never posted here before, but read all the time. I recently finished grad school and, after months of useless job searching, landed a part-time seasonal job at a huge national retail chain (think Walmart, but not). The last few days have been particularly stressful as the holidays make shoppers crazy. For instance, a couple days ago I took a call from a woman who began crying with relief when I found the last Swan Palace then shed tears of terror when I jokingly tried to calm her fears by saying, "yes, ma'am, the item should be fine behind the guest service desk. No, no one will take it if I put your name on it. Not unless some thief comes by in the night! Haha! No...no, ma'am...ma'am, I was kidding. We aren't expecting any break-ins. I'm sorry. No, we have great security. I'm sorry. Please don't cry." None of the situations below are absolutely terrible, but bad (or frequent) enough for me to find them at least moderately obnoxious, appalling, or perplexing. Notes to uninformed, lazy, indecisive, racist, and hot holiday shoppers:( Uninformed )( Lazy )( Indecisive )( Racist )( Hottie ) Current Mood: weird |
customers_suck
[ sassy_wench ]
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1:07p |
The Dippin' Dots Lady
I'm diggin' the good idea/bad idea format. Good idea: Put a tip in the tip jar. Bad idea: Steal the tip jar. Leave me chewed gum, candy wrappers, or your phone number in it. Good idea: Quietly waiting your turn in line to approach the Dippin' Dots Cashier. Bad idea: As I am scooping ice cream and making change for a customer, yell "Hey! Hey you! HEY! I want a chocolate ice cream! HELLOOO!" Good idea: When the mall announces they are closing in 15, 10, then 5 minutes, go get your Dippin' Dots NOW. Bad idea: The clock has been stuck at 8:59 for about 50 seconds. I have turned my lights off. As it switches to 9:00, RUN up to me in a large group of mom and teens (that has been hanging out horseplaying and chatting next to my stand for 20 minutes) and demand ice cream. When I tell you I'm sorry, I'm closed, and I cannot stay open late because I'm driving to Pittsburgh (5 hours) for a funeral the next day- yell and scream at me, demand my manager's number, "her HOME number", and tell me you'll get me fired. Then, harass and disrespect my manager at her home number (she was pissed at you and supported me), and the mall, who really doesn't care. Then, come in with your teens and ask for job applications. Fill them out and give them back to me. (REALLY a bad idea. Yes, I told my boss they were from you. Yes, she told me to throw them out.) Good idea: Yes, as most ice cream places do, we give free samples. Please wait in line patiently to get a sample. Try one, and either thank me nicely and decline to buy anything, or buy some ice cream. If you're interested in getting some, I'll give you a couple samples to help you choose. Bad idea: Cut the line and yell to get my attention for a free sample. Demand one. Demand five. Demand a sample for your mom, your sister, and your goat. Come back to get another sample every 15 minutes. Take a sample, then berate me for the cost of buying ice cream. Ask for a sample while telling me "I don't want to buy this crap I just want to try it" (Don't SAY that, it's rude). Good idea: When you ask for a certain flavor of ice cream and your child doesn't like it, eat it yourself and buy another. If you're nice to me, I'll give you 20% off. Bad idea: When your child doesn't like the ice cream, huff back to me and demand a new cup for free. I am NOT allowed to do this! You're using twice the amount of product, you have to pay for it. Good idea: When you have babies, set your bag down on the counter. Pull out your money while holding baby. Bad idea: Set your drooling baby in his stinking diaper right on top of the see-through ice cream case, leaving smears and drool all over. Good idea: Put your trash in one of 3 trashcans within steps of the counter. Bad idea: Leave your used spoons, empty cups, and general crap all over the counter and floor. Good idea: Pay the price listed for the ice cream. Bad idea: Verbally bash me and try to talk me into giving you free or discounted ice cream. Tell me how our ice cream isn't worth that. |
customers_suck
[ myselftheliar ]
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12:40p |
Coffee? B-E-E-R?
I just had a woman refuse to buy her preteen daughter an etched pint glass (which just had a guitar on it) because it's "for beer." She would not listen to any protestation that involved the logic of "the glass doesn't know what you put in it, it's just a pint glass, you can fill it with anything" and even went so far as to say it was inappropriate that my store carry pint glasses and tumbler size glasses because it "encourages drinking" and children come into the store. I politely explained again that the glasses are for any liquid you wish to fill them with, and she not so politely told me that I was being rude. Good thing she didn't notice the ash trays or, heaven forbid, the cooking aprons. YOU CAN BAKE NAUGHTY SHAPED COOKIES, DID YOU KNOW THIS!? THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!!! THIS APRON ENCOURAGES FORNICATION. She also proceeded to leave her empty coffee cup AND bag of half eaten donuts on a shelf near the our jewelery. I saw her carrying it around the store. Awesome! I love cleaning up other people's trash. While working the register. During the holidays. Current Mood: EVERYONE IS CRAZY |
customers_suck
[ wuukiee ]
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12:10a |
"It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year": Retail Version.
I blame a crappy day at work, and omnipresent holiday music. Hearing "it's the most wonderful time of the year" for the zillionth time, and muttering under my breath "no it's not the most wonderful time, it's the most harrowing time!" led to this. I hope this brings some of my fellow wage-slaves a chuckle. It’s the most harrowing time of the year, Behind the cash register, We’re getting edgier, Black Friday’s here, It’s the most harrowing time of the year. ( Read more... ) |
customers_suck
[ netquiddler ]
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12:53a |
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customers_suck
[ torque_spackey ]
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12:14a |
New-ish job as a barista in Barnes & Noble. The cafe in B&N is NOT a freestanding Starbucks. We're still technically B&N, we just sell Starbucks coffee. We don't accept the Starbucks cards, we don't carry their gift cards, and we have a slightly more limited menu. I understand that it's confusing, and thankfully most customers can accept these facts, only occasionally with a certain degree of attitude. But this lady... GCL=Gift Card Lady Me=Me! FP=Fellow Patron 10:15pm at B&N cafe (we close at 11pm) GCL: Hi, I need a $15 gift card. Me: Ok, just to let you know, we don't carry the Starbucks gift cards, we only carry Barnes & Noble gift cards. (Usually, this is the case when anyone asks us for gift cards. This phrase has replaced "yes" as my answer) GCL: ...but I need it tonight. Me: Well, if you need, there's a freestanding Starbucks in the shopping center across the street... FP: Actually, they closed at 9. GCL: But I really needed this tonight. You can't sell any Starbucks gift cards? Me: I'm really sorry, but unfortunately, we're still technically Barnes & Noble, we just sell Starbucks coffee. GCL: *turns to leave, then turns back* Well, you should work on that! *storms off* Yes, ma'am, I'll get right on calling corporate about us being the wrong store. How dare we. Also, if you needed this gift card so urgently, how has it not been a priority for the rest of the day, when Starbucks opened at 6? *sigh* |
customers_suck
[ ctk_hullo ]
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12:38a |
WTF/Mild Suck
If you're going to call to ask about the price of an item, do know what the item is, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease Caller: HEY YA'LL HADSRAFRAGHSGD POUND OF THAT CHEESE! Me: ...Excuse me? Could you repeat that? Caller: YEAH I wanted to know what the price of a pound of that cheese. Me: What cheese is it? Caller: That cheese! You had it sitting on top of your freezer, what's a pound of it? It must'a taken five minutes to figure out what the hell he was going on about - he spoke really fast and over me whenever I tried to speak up. We have no freezer in our department, the guy couldn't even tell me what kind of cheese it was, took two tries to get the colour of it, which was orange. I suggested it might be a cheddar, then he started rambling on about Cheese Brand that isn't carried by our department. It went on and on 'cause he wouldn't answer my questions asking about what the cheese was like. I didn't figure it out until he said it was spicy - then I remembered we had some samples of Chilli Gouda or some sort out earlier today. I told him of such and then he seemed convinced that Cheese Brand must have it and sell it cheap. It took a few tries to convince him it was not Cheese Brand and not cheddar. When I tried to go off to get the price for him, he went on about how much he loved it, and then started comparing the prices of our products to our competitor's! Everything they sell is cheaper, yadda yadda. The most I could get in was "Yeah-" and "Uh-", and the price of our BF ham. He got to the topic of bologna and I again told him I was going to get the price of the Gouda. I left the phone on the counter, got a piece of the cheese off the shelf, did some math in my head (we sell by grams), and got back to him a minute or two later - and he was still talking on as if I hadn't gone away. I just interjected with the price which he thought was good, and I was -so- thankful he got to good-byes soon after that. I thought he'd keep talking long after my ear had fallen off. @_@ tl;dr: Caller calls asking for the price of a cheese he has totally no clue what is, talks over me, rambles on about how the competitor's prices are cheaper than ours, and doesn't take notice of that I've left to find the price of what he's asked for. (edited to change a pronoun and general sentence failure) |
| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 |
customers_suck
[ silentsamael ]
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6:53p |
SHOOT TO KILL! D:
Alright...soo. I work for an online gaming company (But not gambling) as email support. I just got this mail and am so baffled that I just had to share this with you guys. More of a WTF than a suck, I suppose... ( SHOOT TO KILL )Oh, OH, forgot to add that this came from like connerhomedecor@aol.com (Not the real address)not like...you know, a .gov of any kind XD |
customers_suck
[ crssafox ]
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8:38p |
Back into the World of Retail....
I got out of retail a few years ago, when I was hired by a "finance company" (that turned out to pretty much be a cult... but that's another story) but left that job once my husband and I bought our house, and I started my own business. I still keep contact with my old bosses from the tourist shop in downtown St. Augustine, FL (as they've become good friends of mine) and they needed some help for the holiday season, so they called me to come watch the shop while they have family in town. It's a very small store, and really only needs one person to handle everything. This shop is located in a small hallway, which houses about 18 different stores, and this store is the first in the row. One of the things they got in recently are " Chuckle Buddies," these really creepy motion-activated toys that cackle. It's not a cute giggle, either... this is an all-out "I just escaped the asylum" sort of laughing. It's kind of freaky. These things also roll around via a motor on the tail (which is a bar that pushes the body of the animal). Naturally, we HAVE to have some of these guys on display so people can see what they do. The displays are in a pet bed with high walls, on top of a folding TV-tray, with the boxed ones stacked below the tray. We also keep these things turned OFF, because one can only take so much of the noise before they develop an eerie chuckle, too. Of course, customers are allowed to turn on these displays, laugh at them, and turn them off - these ones are meant to take abuse. And they do - to the point where, if the body of the animal can't roll over as it is meant to, the gears make a loud, nasty cranking noise. But hey. Two toys out of the whole bunch are fair game to sacrifice for the sake of Christmas sales, right? Today, I had a small group come in. Two women and a man; all seemed to be ~early-30's. The man was pushing a small pink umbrella stroller with a baby that seemed to be about 2 years old - that is to say, small enough to fit properly in the stroller (not too big for it like some of the kids I see). She was cute, all snuggled up in a blanket to combat the chilly weather we've been having, and very quiet, well behaved. They walked around a bit, one woman bought something, and they left. A short time later, I hear maniacal laughter coming from the hallway, along with a plasticky grinding noise. Hey, that sounds familiar.... I look up and see the girl in the stroller holding the dog in her lap. I don't know anyone else in the area that sells these things, and certainly no one in this mini-mall does. So I glance over, and sure enough, the dog is missing from the display. I run outside and tell the man pushing the stroller, "You guys didn't pay for that dog." He looks down at the girl, still bundled in her blanket (sitting patiently and quietly) and looks back at me and says, "Oh, sorry, I didn't notice. I never know what she's going to pick up next..." *blink* You're telling me that this girl, who made no grabby motions while in the store, never got out of her stroller, isn't tall enough to reach into the pet bed display even if she were standing, was the one to take the dog? What's more... you didn't notice your daughter holding a stuffed animal you don't own... never mind the villainous cackle coming from the stroller? Do you think I'll really believe that a child that small and that calm has accidentally pulled open the velcro on the belly and turned on the tiny switch on her own? That takes more motor skills than you might think... The guy didn't even take the dog and hand it back to me. He just looked at me. So I had to be the "bad lady" and take this stupid stuffed animal from the girl, who just looked up at me with liquid brown eyes because I was stealing the puppy she was holding. Way to throw the poor girl under the bus, dude. I can't wait until she's old enough to stand up for herself, and say "But dad, you gave that to me!" Current Mood: amused |
customers_suck
[ kaz_lynx ]
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6:27p |
Plaid shirts and short hair don't impede my hearing ability, kthnx
Car rental wench, at your service. Quick suck/wtf that just occurred: Wench: I be sittin' pretty at my counter, obsessively checking the highway conditions map to make sure I can actually drive home without killing myself tonight D: Dude A & Dude B: wandering around the airport, checking rates and such at the other car rental booths [Dude A & B walk past Wench's counter, ~ 15 feet away from her] Dude A: What about Wench's Cars? The sign says they have cars. Wench: [she smiles winningly in the hopes of getting walk-up commission] Dude B: Nah, she looks like a dyke. [They exit, pursued by a bear] ... ... ...SO???!! >:C |
customers_suck
[ wednes ]
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5:47p |
*coughs* Can You Here Me Now?
I have been losing my voice for over a week now, and today it's damn near gone. Still, I had to come to work because I'm in sales (in a telephone Contact Center). I feel like ass, but I showed up to work, earning huge brownie points from my bosses. Yay! Everyone has been really cool with me, realizing that I'm sick and deserve a break. And then, this happened: Me: Thank you for calling *place*, this is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) wednes speaking. How may I help you? They: I can't hear you! Speak up! Me: I'm sorry, I don't have much of a voice today. *strains voice* Is that better? They: You sound sick. You're not going to make me sick are you?" Me: *blink blink* I'm sorry? They: Christmas is coming up, I don't want to get sick. Me: *types in phone number to find account* No sir, I'm in Michigan and you're in Canada. It's unlikely that talking to me is going to make you sick. They: You should be at home. I don't want to get sick. *hangs up* In all fairness, perhaps I should be at home. But part of me wants to make the drive to Alberta, just to infect this guy. Current Mood: sick |
customers_suck
[ outstare ]
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5:15p |
Dear Sir, When I greet you happily on the phone after you've called ME, don't respond with 1-2-6-2. When I say hello again because maybe I'd missed the first part of what you were saying don't respond again with "1-2-6-2, my mailbox number is 1-2-6-2". That's really great sir but what did you want me to do with that? Check for your mail? Renew your contract? Add a name? Please be more specific and I will gladly assist you. Don't get angry with me when I simply inform you that when you call for a mail check you have to let us know that it's a mail check. Do not raise your voice and tell me about the Christmas presents you're waiting for you're only delaying the mail check. No love, Me Dear Ma'am, I don't know why you expect us to drop everything we're doing during the Christmas season to click the bundle of links you sent us to print from instead of sending us the files yourself and then expect to get a discount. You're getting charged extra for the extra work we now have to do for you. No love, Me Lastly Dear all customers, There is a reason there is a bungee cord with a sign dangling on with "Employees only past this point" printed on it. You are not an exception to this rule. Thanks, Me P.S. There is also a reason that there is a sign above the top left hand corner of the copier that reads "NOT THIS CORNER". P.P.S Please fill out the ENTIRE form, not just the parts that you feel like filling out |
customers_suck
[ just_awkward ]
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3:52p |
the holidays bring all sorts of douchebaggery...good lord is it Christmas YET?
The other night, my fellow shoe store associate and I were minding our own business during a blessed lull in the holiday insanity of our mall, when all of a sudden, something small and silver goes whizzing past my associate's ear. We hear something crash against the back wall of the store, and upon investigation discover that someone had HUCKED a small $40 silver bracelet with the tag still attached, at my associate. The employee at the store across the hall meandered over and asked if we had seen a bracelet. Why yes, we had. It almost blinded my associate, thanks for asking so nonchalantly. Turns out, a customer got pissy and THREW the bracelet a good 50 feet from the middle of the other store, across the hall, and all the way into our store with enough force that it left a dent in the wall and broke into 4 pieces. WHAT THE FUCK would make someone SO ANGRY in a "things remembered" that they would feel the need to endanger the lives of the poor employees working at the shoe store across the way? Really? REALLY? And for the last time, NO WE DON'T HAVE UGGS, GTFO, YOU'RE KILLING MY TRAFFIC CONVERSION. They're wicked fugly anyway, I'm doing you a favor. |
customers_suck
[ tortillafactory ]
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3:34p |
customers_suck...literally, suck.
A minor WTF that nevertheless has been giving me the giggles since it happened. Customer: Excuse me, do you know where I could find straws? You know... *mimes holding a straw* SHHHLUUURRRRRP!!! I just...I don't know. It's not like I registered confusion on my face when he said "straws," and it's not a word that could be easily mistaken for something else we might carry...why the need for a visual/aural aid? I can honestly say it's the first time that a customer has communicated with my via exaggerated slurping noises. On a different note: Don't get testy with me because you didn't check the expiration date on your coupon. I mean, come on. That doesn't even make sense. Current Mood: amused |
customers_suck
[ myselftheliar ]
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2:24p |
New heights in customer WTFery. We sell these rad local holiday tour maps. It's a map to various houses that are well decorated or have historic significance. It's $3. And proceeds go to help the homeless. I just had a woman call and ask me to read the locations to her over the phone, and then called me lazy when I refused. She was like "Is this a bad time or will you just not do it?" And I told her that I was sorry but the maps are not free and thus it's unfair for me to read it over the phone. And that's when she said I was just being lazy. Maybe I'll go call a bookstore and ask them to read the dictionary or all the works of Shakespeare to me. I'm sure that'd go over great. |
customers_suck
[ dorkphoenyx ]
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11:32a |
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customers_suck
[ stangerine88 ]
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2:42a |
Holiday Supermarket Sucks/WTFs
There's still three days of pre-holiday shopping before I go completely insane. It's a definite possibly right now. 1. We NEED twenty-four to forty-eight hours notice on any of our tray/platter orders. I promise, it's not something we do because we like to fuck with people; a considerable amount of planning goes into us being able to make you a tray. (We may need to call another worker in to help, it takes time to prep and make the trays, some platters are ordered in from another business, we may even be out of a specific product needed....) I can't just throw something together for you, ignoring all of the other customers because YOU say that someone in my department said you could come by and we'd make you a tray/platter right then and there. Everyone working in this department knows the 24-48 hour rule and they adore it. 2. I can't weight and price the frozen or fresh turkeys on my scale because a) my scales aren't programed with the codes for the meat department, b)I can't put RAW meat on the scales I use to weight cold cuts and c) my scale doesn't magically convert the weight into pounds. It tells me the weight in grams, just like the tag on your turkey. I can tell you the approximate weight in pounds of your turkey but not if you're going to be an asstard about it. 3. We do NOT price match turkeys just because you say you saw them on sale in 'some store downtown' for sixty-six cents a pound. Bring in a flyer, give us the name of the store- anything!- and we'll see about contacting someone for a price-match. 4. No you can't open up a dip to try it. We do samples during the weekend on new/sale/specialty items only. We're a supermarket, not a buffet. 5. Wittnessed Suck: None of the employees of my store can make the lady taking donations for the Salvation Army not say 'Merry Christmas', sir. I get that not everyone celebrates that specific holiday but the poor produce guy REALLY canot make her say 'Happy Holidays' instead. No matter how much you yell and gesture wildly and stomp your feet. You just look like an overgrown child. |
customers_suck
[ smammers ]
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1:53a |
A suck and a WTF from the green bookstore.
First, the suck. I'm a head cashier at the green bookstore chain. On Friday afternoon, I was ringing people up, trying to keep the line down, and getting ready to go on my fifteen-minute break. Alas, I got this guy, who we'll call Mr. Colorado. ( The Saga of Mr. Colorado -- Cut for length. )And the WTF: Tonight I was ringing up a customer. She seemed a little weird -- she kind of pounced on me before my previous customer had finished gathering her things and moved away from the register, and then she had a set of tarot cards and a book on the mysteries of 2012. Not my scene, but whatever. I rang up both items, but the total was too much, so she had me take off the tarot cards. Then she found a gift card in her wallet, had me add back the tarot cards, and I ran the gift card. Her total was about $25, and the gift card has $7 on it. I told her how much she still owed, and she was confused because she thought it had $25 on it. I said no, she must have used it before, and she looked shocked for a minute and quietly said: "Fuckwad." Yep, "fuckwad." I made a o.O face, and a few seconds later, she clapped her hands over her mouth and said, "Oh, I probably shouldn't have said that to you." Probably not! LOL. |
| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
customers_suck
[ anime_angel_ash ]
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9:52p |
This is the future of America...
Being a college kid, I spend a lot of time bouncing in between jobs; some of you may remember me from my summer lifeguarding tales of woe. I have since trekked my way back to school, and currently, I have two part time jobs: I work at the campus book/supply/apparel store during the day, and an on-campus cafe at night. Both have their ups and their downs, and, of course, their share of WTF and pet peeves. First, a WTF from the cafe: ( We need an Ordering Food 101 course around here )Next, and more recently, some pet-peeves from the apparel section of the University store: ( Kicking rival ass, back in 15 )( Wherein signs mean nothing, and we don't need your stinkin' Stanford! ) Current Mood: confusedCurrent Music: Pokerface - Eric Cartman |
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