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Monday, May 4, 2009
Pardon me Miss...
Usually when I come across a customer walking amongst the isles at work I ask them in a polite manner how they are...
The other day, this lady who is a regular customer, and is always very quiet, was perusing the candy isle and I asked her how she was.
She YELLED at me: "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS"
So now when i see her in the store, I nod politely and say nothing to her.
The other day, this lady who is a regular customer, and is always very quiet, was perusing the candy isle and I asked her how she was.
She YELLED at me: "NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS"
So now when i see her in the store, I nod politely and say nothing to her.
Uh, Ma'am... There's a Bathroom In The Back
This past Friday, I was on register duty at register one and this gal in a short black denim skirt and matching black denim blouse came into the store and from her staggering and slurred speech, we could all tell she'd been "Hitting The Sauce". She staggered clumsily about the store then finally asked one of my coworkers (We'll call my co-worker "LAURA") where the Panty hose are.
"Laura" points in the direction and tells her they are on the wall by the pharmacy. They lady then staggers in the OPPOSITE direction.
"Laura" politely says "Ma'am, look at me, see where I'm pointing? They're back there"
Normally one of use would have walked her back there rather than just point but "Laura" and I were both ringing up customers and there were no other sales associates up at the front lobby.
The lady gets the stockings and gets in line at my register. While she is waiting for the married couple in front of her to finish paying, she YANKS UP HER SKIRT to her waist, pulls down her current panty hose (which are torn at this point), and begins to don her new ones before she's even paid for them.
I calmly say "Ma'am we have a restroom in the back", to which she loudly chirps "Izz okay, I'm done. They're only stockings!"
She repeatedly apologizes to the couple in front of her, then repeatedly to me as she's paying.
Then she goes into this long explanation of what happened and why she is SOOOO embarrassed, all the while typing the WRONG pin code for her card 3 times in a row.
Finally she laughs giddily and says "WHOOPSY, wrong card" and pulls another one out, pays, then leaves.
"Laura" and I exchanged raised eye brows across the room. LOL!
"Laura" points in the direction and tells her they are on the wall by the pharmacy. They lady then staggers in the OPPOSITE direction.
"Laura" politely says "Ma'am, look at me, see where I'm pointing? They're back there"
Normally one of use would have walked her back there rather than just point but "Laura" and I were both ringing up customers and there were no other sales associates up at the front lobby.
The lady gets the stockings and gets in line at my register. While she is waiting for the married couple in front of her to finish paying, she YANKS UP HER SKIRT to her waist, pulls down her current panty hose (which are torn at this point), and begins to don her new ones before she's even paid for them.
I calmly say "Ma'am we have a restroom in the back", to which she loudly chirps "Izz okay, I'm done. They're only stockings!"
She repeatedly apologizes to the couple in front of her, then repeatedly to me as she's paying.
Then she goes into this long explanation of what happened and why she is SOOOO embarrassed, all the while typing the WRONG pin code for her card 3 times in a row.
Finally she laughs giddily and says "WHOOPSY, wrong card" and pulls another one out, pays, then leaves.
"Laura" and I exchanged raised eye brows across the room. LOL!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
" . . . "
WOW!
Normally I write my "Work Blogs" about customers and their shenanigans but this one is about a co-worker.
For this reason, I shall not use his name. I shall call him: McDorky.
Now this guy isn't so bad. I really didn't like him when he first started working there because I thought he was a rude jerk, but it turns out that's just his sense of humor.
(A little EDIT here, DISCLAIMER: This guy seems pretty cool and we get along well. Please do not misunderstand this story. I am not ragging on him, just bringing a funny story to my readers)
We get along pretty well now.
So one day about a week ago, McDorky was on register #1 ringing up a customer and I was on register #2 ringing up a customer.
he shouts across the floor "Sherry, I can't find the marker for the bills, do you have one?"
(Now the bill marker is a special marker that turns YELLOW when you write on REAL American paper money, and BROWN when you write on any other paper product.)
:I shouted back, no but I'll see if anyone can find one"
to which McDorky replies "Can I use a HIGHLIGHTER?"
and I giggle and say "No, you have to use a bill marker so it'll turn the right color"
and he says to me "Well then can I use a black highlighter?"
exasperated, I hollered back "ARE YOU KIDDING???"
by this time, all the customers and employees within hearing range are either laughing REALLY hard or rolling their eyes.
I understand that not everyone knows what a bill marker is and how it is used, but if it is part of your job and it is something you encounter everyday...
________________________________________
So now you can see why I had difficulty choosing between " . . . " and "Here's Your Sign" as the title of this post.
________________________________________
EDIT #2: my 3 fellow employees who've read this blog knew right away who I was writing about. :D
Normally I write my "Work Blogs" about customers and their shenanigans but this one is about a co-worker.
For this reason, I shall not use his name. I shall call him: McDorky.
Now this guy isn't so bad. I really didn't like him when he first started working there because I thought he was a rude jerk, but it turns out that's just his sense of humor.
(A little EDIT here, DISCLAIMER: This guy seems pretty cool and we get along well. Please do not misunderstand this story. I am not ragging on him, just bringing a funny story to my readers)
We get along pretty well now.
So one day about a week ago, McDorky was on register #1 ringing up a customer and I was on register #2 ringing up a customer.
he shouts across the floor "Sherry, I can't find the marker for the bills, do you have one?"
(Now the bill marker is a special marker that turns YELLOW when you write on REAL American paper money, and BROWN when you write on any other paper product.)
:I shouted back, no but I'll see if anyone can find one"
to which McDorky replies "Can I use a HIGHLIGHTER?"
and I giggle and say "No, you have to use a bill marker so it'll turn the right color"
and he says to me "Well then can I use a black highlighter?"
exasperated, I hollered back "ARE YOU KIDDING???"
by this time, all the customers and employees within hearing range are either laughing REALLY hard or rolling their eyes.
I understand that not everyone knows what a bill marker is and how it is used, but if it is part of your job and it is something you encounter everyday...
________________________________________
So now you can see why I had difficulty choosing between " . . . " and "Here's Your Sign" as the title of this post.
________________________________________
EDIT #2: my 3 fellow employees who've read this blog knew right away who I was writing about. :D
Friday, March 6, 2009
OMG Sir! Are you alright???
I just posted a blog about a petulant customer and I figured I'd go ahead and post some more.
So... SPEAKING of *petulant* customers, there is this one elderly gentleman with a walker that comes in about every 2 or 3 days and he speaks so quietly that none of us can hear him when he asks us questions.
That was NOT the case today. He came in and did a bit of shopping. As he passed the makeup counter, his legs gave up and he fell head over kilter, backwards, onto the floor.
Marcia (pronounced Mar-See-Uh) ran over to him and helped another customer help the fella back up to his feet and to his walker, while I called the manager to see if he was okay and if it had been something on the floor that made him fall or not.
The other customer picked up all his groceries and there was a bottle of groceries amongst the groceries. She asked him if it was his (for like a lady friend or something) and he told her to leave him the F#$% alone and go away.
I realize the fella was embarrassed that he fell, and was probably frustrated having to have complete strangers help him up, not to mention there were @$$hole customers standing around gawking at him like he was a sideshow.
But the is NO REASON to be that friggen' rude to someone who was just trying to help him.
So... SPEAKING of *petulant* customers, there is this one elderly gentleman with a walker that comes in about every 2 or 3 days and he speaks so quietly that none of us can hear him when he asks us questions.
That was NOT the case today. He came in and did a bit of shopping. As he passed the makeup counter, his legs gave up and he fell head over kilter, backwards, onto the floor.
Marcia (pronounced Mar-See-Uh) ran over to him and helped another customer help the fella back up to his feet and to his walker, while I called the manager to see if he was okay and if it had been something on the floor that made him fall or not.
The other customer picked up all his groceries and there was a bottle of groceries amongst the groceries. She asked him if it was his (for like a lady friend or something) and he told her to leave him the F#$% alone and go away.
I realize the fella was embarrassed that he fell, and was probably frustrated having to have complete strangers help him up, not to mention there were @$$hole customers standing around gawking at him like he was a sideshow.
But the is NO REASON to be that friggen' rude to someone who was just trying to help him.
Handicapped
So... There's this lady who comes in in a wheelchair and ALWAYS has a sour look on her face no matter how nice and polite and helpful I am to her.
If I give her a bag for her groceries, she complains that I'm wasting bags.
So, this wednesday when she came into the store and only bought a little box of safety pins, I handed her the safety pins without a bag.
She GLARES at me like a petulant child and GROWLS: "Can I get a bag or do you not give them to HANDICAPPED people."
To which I replied in the most polite tone of voice (and facial expression to match): "My apologies ma'am, I'll put it in a bag for you. I did not mean to offend you."
She grumbled under her breath, threw the package back on the counter for me to bag it. (after I had already walked around the counter to get it for her)
I walked back around the counter, picked up the product, bagged it, gave her the bag, and said "Have a nice day ma'am", to which she BARKED: "TRY AGAIN!"
This was followed by her high-tailing it out of the store on her little electric wheels.
WTF???
If I give her a bag for her groceries, she complains that I'm wasting bags.
So, this wednesday when she came into the store and only bought a little box of safety pins, I handed her the safety pins without a bag.
She GLARES at me like a petulant child and GROWLS: "Can I get a bag or do you not give them to HANDICAPPED people."
To which I replied in the most polite tone of voice (and facial expression to match): "My apologies ma'am, I'll put it in a bag for you. I did not mean to offend you."
She grumbled under her breath, threw the package back on the counter for me to bag it. (after I had already walked around the counter to get it for her)
I walked back around the counter, picked up the product, bagged it, gave her the bag, and said "Have a nice day ma'am", to which she BARKED: "TRY AGAIN!"
This was followed by her high-tailing it out of the store on her little electric wheels.
WTF???
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Did U Just F#$%ing SNIFF My Hair???
Just so you know, I work in downtown Sacramento and we get a LOT of crazy people, drunk people, and homeless people. Many of these people STINK. Literally, they smell as if they have never been introduced to soap...
Keep that in mind while I tell you a STINKY tale...
About a week ago, this older guy came in shopping for some snacks. He's grubby looking and even though my register was 10 feet away from him, I could smell him. It was this sweaty, slept in his cloths, having showered in a year type of smell that made me want, no NEED, to gag.
I smiled politely, asked him how his day was, and welcomed him to the store. He went about his merry way and finally made his way up to the register to pay for his snack.
Unfortunately for my pulsating GAG REFLEX, this man had a pocket full of small change he wanted to pay for his groceries with. He had bad eye sight so he asked me to help him count his change.
As I was leaning forward, trying not to gag, trying to keep a pleasant demeanor, and counting his change...
He lurches forward, sniffs my hair noisily, and says "YOUR HAIR SMELLS SOOOO GOOD!"
It was all I could do NOT to scream. I DID, however, make a small EEP sound and pull away from him quickly.
I WAS EXTREMELY GROSSED OUT!
Keep that in mind while I tell you a STINKY tale...
About a week ago, this older guy came in shopping for some snacks. He's grubby looking and even though my register was 10 feet away from him, I could smell him. It was this sweaty, slept in his cloths, having showered in a year type of smell that made me want, no NEED, to gag.
I smiled politely, asked him how his day was, and welcomed him to the store. He went about his merry way and finally made his way up to the register to pay for his snack.
Unfortunately for my pulsating GAG REFLEX, this man had a pocket full of small change he wanted to pay for his groceries with. He had bad eye sight so he asked me to help him count his change.
As I was leaning forward, trying not to gag, trying to keep a pleasant demeanor, and counting his change...
He lurches forward, sniffs my hair noisily, and says "YOUR HAIR SMELLS SOOOO GOOD!"
It was all I could do NOT to scream. I DID, however, make a small EEP sound and pull away from him quickly.
I WAS EXTREMELY GROSSED OUT!
Rude Ass Drunk Customers!
I had a rude customer come in to my work a couple weeks ago who was drunk and stinky.
She was alright at first until she bought beer (up until she paid for it she seemed SOBER and STINKY, not drunk)
When she asked one of our CSRs to take her beer to her apartment for her (because she said it was too heavy to lift) and the CSR told her that she wasn't allowed to leave the store to take customers groceries to their homes, the lady got EXTREMELY belligerent (rude and rowdy and somewhat violent verbally)
She came behind the counter and said to my coworker:
"Are you laughing at me B!@#$ HUH???"
To which the CSR said: "I am not laughing ma'am"
LADY: "Git Your H@nky @$$ out here and laugh at my face you WH#$# COME ON!
(To which I visibly cringed because I am white and that slang term offends me)
"EMPLOYEE: "Ma'am, you're going to have to leave the store or I'm going to call my manager"
LADY: "F@#$ you and you F@#$ing grandmother too you B!@#$ STEP UP!"
EMPLOYEE: "I am sorry that you are unhappy with our service ma'am but if you don't leave I'm going to have to call my manager and he might call the police"
The lady runs out the door with her case of beer in the cart, screaming obscenities at my coworker, then runs back in and...
LADY: "F#$% you! F$%^ you and your mama, F#$% you!!!"
Then the lady rushes up the the cash register and tells another employee to "EAT HER GRITS" as she is rudely grabbing her nether regions.
It was disgusting and rude.
Q_ Have you ever had a customer that was rude or drunk or both towards you?a week later, the customer came back in (sober this time) and apologizes to everyone.
Never-the-less, she was informed she was not welcome in our store anymore.
She was alright at first until she bought beer (up until she paid for it she seemed SOBER and STINKY, not drunk)
When she asked one of our CSRs to take her beer to her apartment for her (because she said it was too heavy to lift) and the CSR told her that she wasn't allowed to leave the store to take customers groceries to their homes, the lady got EXTREMELY belligerent (rude and rowdy and somewhat violent verbally)
She came behind the counter and said to my coworker:
"Are you laughing at me B!@#$ HUH???"
To which the CSR said: "I am not laughing ma'am"
LADY: "Git Your H@nky @$$ out here and laugh at my face you WH#$# COME ON!
(To which I visibly cringed because I am white and that slang term offends me)
"EMPLOYEE: "Ma'am, you're going to have to leave the store or I'm going to call my manager"
LADY: "F@#$ you and you F@#$ing grandmother too you B!@#$ STEP UP!"
EMPLOYEE: "I am sorry that you are unhappy with our service ma'am but if you don't leave I'm going to have to call my manager and he might call the police"
The lady runs out the door with her case of beer in the cart, screaming obscenities at my coworker, then runs back in and...
LADY: "F#$% you! F$%^ you and your mama, F#$% you!!!"
Then the lady rushes up the the cash register and tells another employee to "EAT HER GRITS" as she is rudely grabbing her nether regions.
It was disgusting and rude.
Q_ Have you ever had a customer that was rude or drunk or both towards you?a week later, the customer came back in (sober this time) and apologizes to everyone.
Never-the-less, she was informed she was not welcome in our store anymore.
Welcome To My Blog
From past experience, I have learned that BLOGGING, or keeping a journal/ diary about everyday events or events that bother me, tends to keep me centered and somewhat sane.
I LOVE to vent my anger, fear, sorrow, happiness, and/ or frustrations...
But family and friends don't always enjoy what i have to say.
I am a student of the school of thought: If you bottle your emotions inside of you, they'll consume you.
So, with that being said: Here is my outlet. Readers be wary. There may be curse words on days when the pressure from work or life seems to be too much.
HAVE A GREAT DAY/ NIGHT and GOD BLESS!
-Sherry
I LOVE to vent my anger, fear, sorrow, happiness, and/ or frustrations...
But family and friends don't always enjoy what i have to say.
I am a student of the school of thought: If you bottle your emotions inside of you, they'll consume you.
So, with that being said: Here is my outlet. Readers be wary. There may be curse words on days when the pressure from work or life seems to be too much.
HAVE A GREAT DAY/ NIGHT and GOD BLESS!
-Sherry
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