The Customer is always Stupid

[Schwitzer]

Right, I'm sure we have some strapping young'ns with some retail experience here so let's get bitching! You cannot work in retail for more than one shift without getting one... a customer who is unbelievably stupid, uncompromising or creepy.

To kick things off, I'll relay a few stories.

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Now, over Christmas I did some shifts at a store - let's call it Penis John's - which is quite possibly the worst time of year to work in retail. Anyway, customers are always trying to haggle prices down. Either it has a non-existent scratch, they want a package deal or they saw it cheaper "somewhere". The amount of reasons I've heard is mind boggling.

The stupidest - by far - comes from a couple who were looking at our drastically reduced triple cordless phone set. Now, we do price match - that is true. However, their request was a bit different:
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon11.gifWe've seen this set in Blahers, who have 15% off. We want 15% off your price.

I shit you not. Regardless of the fact that our price was already cheaper than the reduced price at "Blahers", they still wanted me to give them 15% off our price. When I declined, they cracked a temper and stormed out.

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A customer came in wanting an exchange on something. Cool, whatever. They presented the product and I noticed something a bit odd... it didn't look like something we sold. I asked them if they had their receipt. Naturally, they didn't, because keeping receipts is something only intelligent people wanting refunds do.

So I have to ask...
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon6.gif Did you buy that from this store?
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon11.gif Oh, I can't remember where I bought it. Don't you sell this? I'm just looking for a store that sells it so I can exchange it.

Yes, my friends, the customer didn't even know which chain of stores they'd bought it from. They just expected someone (somewhere) to randomly exchange it. Good luck with that.

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A guy came up to me one day stuttering and making scribbling motions. Okey, I figure he has a speech impediment, so I offer a pen and some paper for him to communicate with. He scribbles away and hands me a note:

"Which right battery for vibrator?"

I don't know how, but I didn't even flinch and kept the straightest face through the entire transaction, even after he produced the vibrator in question and asked which battery was "better" for it.

Of course, the second he was out the door I killed myself laughing.

I kept the note as a souvenir.

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Some customer came in one day asking for something random. Anyway, mid-way through the sale he pipes up:
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon11.gif You know, you really remind me of someone I know.
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon6.gif Okey... cool. So anyway...
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon11.gif No, like how you look, how you talk, your mannerisms - it's uncanny.
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon6.gif Wow, that's interesting. So as I was saying...
*he produces a camera*
http://img.orgnetwork.com/wb/icons/icon11.gif You know, I would really like to get a photo - or better yet, a movie! - of you 'cause they won't believe how similar you are.

Naturally, I declined him taking footage of me to go jack off to.

He wasn't done, either. Before I managed to sell him his stuff and bugger him off he added, "You know, you have a really calm, soothing personality." I should've told him, "Yeah, and you have a really creepy, disturbing one."

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I have my personal space - a small little circle around me that is my space. Only very close friends can encroach in my little region without me feeling uncomfortable.

So one day I'm serving this old chap and he steps right into my personal space; far too close. So I take a step back. And he takes a step forward. Grrr.

Although irritated, I continue on while trying to subtly inch away. I figured maybe he had a hearing problem and needed to be close. Then he reaches out and puts a hand on my shoulder and leaves it there as he talks to me. I know this isn't a big thing, but I don't particularly enjoy being randomly touched by freaky old men.

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To finish with, a blanket complaint; we seem to attract a lot of older gentlemen who aren't there to really buy anything, but instead are after someone to chat to. Now, this is all good and fine, except when the store is absolutely packed with other customers who actually intend to buy something.

These guys will talk to you about the good old days, the intricate details of something they're working on, lecture you on how the stock market rules the world etc. Whatever random shit they've come up with.

It is exceedingly difficult to pull away from these guys because they won't let you. You try to drop the hints, "Okey, well if there's anything else I can help you with," etc, and they just plough on while you stand there wishing you would just die. Or better yet, that they would.

I have since informed my co-workers of my "distress signal", which means, "Come and tell me about that important phone call I need to take out the back, quick!"

[TinyDancer]

I work in a little coffee shop, that isn't Starbucks, in fact it's better than Starbucks, and sometimes we get people who come in and order a "tall" drink. We have all the sizes up on the board, "big" "bigger" "biggest" and we'll be fine with "small" "medium" or "large", or even "12 oz" "16 oz" or "20 oz" but it really gets my goat when people still insist on ordering a tall. The other day this man came in, asked for a tall latté. Not knowing if he meant our biggest size, or SB's smallest, I said "So a big?" "No, a tall." "Sir, we don't have a tall. We have 12, 16, or 10 ounces." "Uhh, I don't know. I guess your smallest." It really drove me crazy.

Another guy came in, and ordered a dark roast coffee. We had just run out, so I said "We just ran out, would you like medium roast or would you prefer to wait 3 or 4 minutes for me to brew more?" That's what we're told to say, and most people are fine with it, but he pulled a face and said "At Starbucks, they would have given it to me for free if that happened." I had to keep a pleasant expression on my face, and say "Well, this isn't Starbucks. We do what we can." He grumbled and decided to wait for it to brew.

My own aunt actually came in once, and picked apart everything on the menu. She doesn't like coffee, is allergic to soy, didn't want chocolate, yadda yadda yadda yadda. Then she complained that at Starbucks she can get a green tea blackberry frappuccino, and that we didn't have blackberry, we only had raspberry, blah blah blah. She ended up getting a cup of steamed milk, and complained about the price, in front of other customers. My manager was about to go tell her off for disrespecting me, but then I told her she was my aunt, and my manager was like "Oh, I'm glad you told me, I was getting ready to kick her out or something."

Oy vey. The things we put up with for a paycheck.

[Battlecruiser]

After reading the two posts above mine, all I can say is that I'm glad I'm not working yet. And when I do, it's definitely not going to be something that involves talking to customers. Otherwise, I may lose too many brain cells.

[Ktan]

Fortunately, I work in the Weekly Borough Journal Distribution Service, ie, I'm a Paper-boy. I love my job, mainly because there is little contact with such 'customers.' I should imagine the situation that Schwitzer mentioned about personal space would really throw me off balance too, since I feel uncomfortable speaking to people who are trying to be too comfortable with me, so to speak. I don't mind the odd conversation with someone who has caught me while I'm delivering at that very second, but generally I like to get my head down and get on with it.

I'd also detest the use of words that aren't there, and complaints about StarBucks towards TD are just unreasonable. I mean, how the hell is a smaller (I assume privately owned cafe, or at most a very small chain) business going to keep up with StarBucks. I'm not saying they shouldn't strive to do so, but one of the main advantages of such places is that the people there genuinely seem to try, just a little bit. Of course, you get people who 'try' in big chains and such. Of course, it's often not quite as cosy.

However, I think the whole 'The Customer is always right' ethic needs to be seriously reviewed. Of course, if there's a valid complaint, fair enough. However, it's often a case of the company not being wrong, merely the customer being ignorant.

Such a situation would hack me off. I mean, if you're going to complain, do at least some research and get your facts right >.<

I think if I had a job behind a counter, I'd have a minor issue in that I'm a very 'straight to the point' guy. I can be sympathetic, but if a customer were to ramble on for twenty minutes, I'd lose interest. However, if they were at the polar opposite and dived in head first without explaining everything, that would probably tip me over some kind of edge.

Shame I don't actually have any anecdotes really.

[Zenox]

Well my story is short because if i tell the hole thing it'll be long well actually two things :
Once when i was working in a bakery the guy came up to me and said "I'd like one please"
me: "one what sir?"
Doofus:" one coffee cup please"
me:"sir we don't serve coffee this is a bakery"
Doofus:" are you trying to be smart with me? what's that then?"
He points in the direction behind me, i look around and notice he was pointing at the employees hand drier :s
Another time a guy comes in and stares at me for about 2 minutes comes up then asks how much do i want for my Mp4 player that was around my neck!
i know it's not strange but the strange part is that he tried to persway my supervisor that i agree :o

[U-238]

oh the joys of work! :rolleyes:

I've got about 3 incidences of varying craziness. All these happened at the computer shop I work at.

1st. These two people come in. An older woman and a young guy (probably about his mid 20s I'd guess) He asks about buying a computer (we'd been running adds for used ones lately. 500mhz for $50) Anyways I show him what we've got and he wants to speak to my boss...

Me: "Sorry he's not here right now. He went down to an appointment."
Guy: "When'll he be back?"
Me: "Probably in around 30 minutes."

Now normally you'd think that they'd leave and come back later. No. They decided it'd be better to stay and peek over my neck the whole time I'm trying to work on 5 different machines. Then the lady decides to light up IN THE COMPUTER SHOP. After (calmly) telling her to not smoke in the building they both gave me a shunning look and went outside to do there "business".

When my boss finally did get back (after nearly an hour) they talked and he griped to my boss about how $50 was way to much for what we had and he could go down to compusa and get one 4 times that fast for $50. (ofc that's not true and I think everyone here should know that) He never did buy a computer but I think we fixed his old one. (A 100mhz machine that he wanted to play WoW on.)

2nd.

This one wasn't so much on my solely but it was both me and my bosses problem. Sally Lou (note that's not her real name) comes in and wants her computer fixed. So we tell here to bring it in and we'll take a look at it. That's not good enough. She wants my boss to drive to her house and pick it up. My boss supposed it as a courtesy service and went and got it. About 1 hours later she calls in and asks if it's done yet.

"We just started looking at it maam"

*Well how long will it take*

"We won't know until we look at it"

About 1 hr later she calls again asking if it's done. She continued to plague us with a phone call every hour asking if it was done. When we finally did get it done she looked at it and wanted us to put some software on it. Then she wanted it back down to her house. Then she complained that her dial-up was slow. And it just kept going. And to date she hasn't paid yet.

3rd.

The 3rd one's sort of like schwit'z "to close for comfort" story. This guy comes in asking if I can fix his computer. I tell him I'll take a look at it and get his name, number, etc. Then I take the computer into the back room where we (i and my boss) work on them. Now this back room has a sign on the door that reads: "EMPLOYEES ONLY". This guy ignores the sign, follows me in there, and proceeds to watch me work on his machine. I was, at the time, working on about 2 other machines however his now had to become the sole machine. My boss was out again so I had to fix this computer which took me an hour all the while this guy's telling me about his radio and looking all around our shop. I almost got the impression the guy was a crook.

That's all I've got...


...for now that is.

[kongurous]

I'm suddenly glad I'm not in the services profession.

[Protoss_Honor]

Well for me, that eliminates every job that would require customer interaction as a possible future occupation for me. I would end up verbally insulting and/or physically harming these kinds of people. I would then get fired by my boss, and sued by my victim and/or their family. Yeah, I don't handle stupidity in other people well. I can handle it in me just fine though. Weird, huh? And I have very little self control.


There, I have revealed another deep, dark, secret about me that isn't so deep, or dark, or secret for that matter.

[Tech]

Ok, well this one didn't happen to me, but I did witness it. Me and my family were at a buffet.When this older couple walks in, orders an entre then goes up to the salad bar. Now surprisingly about halfway through the man's salad his food arrives at the table. Me and my dad thought, wow, fast service tonight. What did the man think? I would assume it went something like this "What is this, more than one plate in front of me at a time? How will I be able to decide what to eat first? My head hurts." Now it must have been something like that because he proceeded to ask the waiter for the manager. Then for the next 10 minutes the man complained to the manager that his food had arrived too soon, and he wanted his meal for free.

[The_Maker]

Finally. A venting thread! :P

Okay, so I work at a Chick' Quick (Note; not the actual name of the place I work at, but bare with me). I don't live in exactly a "Thriving Metropolis" of a city, it's more of a country backwater town that wants to be something someday. So anyhow, when I first applied there last year I figured that it wouldn't be so bad and some extra money wouldn't be so bad. For $7.25 an hour, boy was I ever wrong. Where to start,

This one takes the cake,
Back around mid-November of '06, I was covering for someone else because they had a previous appointment and didn't notify the manager before the schedules were up. So I'm at the drive-through doing my thing, taking orders etc. I had an 8 hour shift so I was trying to enjoy what I could. Our headsets, when we have a vehicle in our lane make a sharp beeping noise and the noise doesn't stop until you start to talk to the lane. So, I hear this *BEEP*, and start talking "Thank you for choosing Chick' Quick, how may I help you?". No response. I look up at my monitor overlooking the order lane and I see this worn down, partially rusted blue 4x4. Probably some '88 Chevy from what the low-res camera shows. They have pulled half way into the lane, and are angled so that traffic leaving the restaurant can't (Our exit is at the far end of the parking lot past the drive-through). Their driver-side window is up and I wait... and wait... and wait. I wait for nearly 3 minutes (in fast-food that is a helluva long time, 'specially for the drive-through) before they FINALLY completely pull into the ordering lane and get close enough to the microphone and roll their window down. So, I try again, "Thank you for choosing Chick' Quick, may I take your order?" and this scowl-like, raspy, almost sea-lion voice starts to order. (Note, this was in the morning, so we were serving breakfast which has a totally different menu than the lunch hours) "I WANT... uhm, A NUMBER TWO MEAL WITH FRIES!" "We do not serve fries with breakfast meals, would you like a side of eggs?". And I swear, the reply she gave me sounded like I had unleashed Godzilla... "YEAH! UGH WHATEVER JUST COMES WITH THE MEAL!". So I proceed to tell her the total, tell her to drive up to the window etc. When she reaches the window, she looks even worse than she sounded. So I start handing out her meal, list off what is in the bag (from what I could remember), she doesn't talk at all while I do this... and her expression stays the same. And as soon as I finished listing off the order, her emotionless stare turns into a menacing glare. And before I stick my head back inside, "WAIT! THERE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TWO FRIES!" Again, I remind her that we DON'T serve fries during breakfast hours. And this time, she blows her lid. She practically THROWS the bag of food I had just handed her back in my face (Note; I'm leaning over so I can reach because she was too stupid to know what was safe clearing distance between her and the drive-through window.)"WELL YOU JUST LOOK! YOU FIX IT! I DUNNO! GET TWO FRIES!" So, my chief manager on duty, hands me a box of eggs with no bag because there is a hefty line already formed at the drive-through, I turn around after taking the box of eggs and hand it out the window to her. And as if she wasn't being enough of a bitch, she replies to me "fixing" her order with, "THIS IS UNSANITARY! WHAT KIND OF RESTAURANT IS THIS!!!" By that time, my manager knew she wasn't mentally stable, he pulls me aside and goes to the window and attempts to figure out what her problem was. From what I remember hearing her drinks were also "WHATEVER, FIX IT!". He sent me on a ten minute break immediately after she pulled away. By this time I was about to snap emotionally. (I'm not a morning person so being there at 8:30 in the morning was already enough of a pain).

Another more recent one,
Approximately two weeks ago, I believe it was a Friday and this was past the lunch rush and all the 4 hour shift employees were either leaving or finishing up their kitchen duties. I'm the only person on front counter, so that means no runner or backup. I take an order for a chicken sandwich, and sure enough, we don't have any. I inform the customer, he was a nice gentlemen and nodded and went to go get his drink at the self-serve drink station. I then have this elderly woman come up to the counter, with 3 screaming bratty grandchildren all closely behind and she starts to order while I'm in the middle of running the first order. I tell her I'll be with her in a second, but either she was deaf, stuck up, or the volume of the little brats all around her drowned out my voice and she starts ordering anyway. She doesn't know what she wants and every time I try to go and finish the first order and keep it warm while the chicken cooks she starts to talk like she has decided. Then it fades into a mumble and she leans down to one of the little snotty grandchildren because they changed their minds. This happens nearly three times before she makes up her mind. And boy what a whoop dee doo order it was. Three. Sundaes. Period. I tell her the total, get a drink/sundae carrier ready and tell her that will be right up. I then proceed to finish the gentleman's order. As I thank him and he takes his tray she interrupts me with, "How long is this going to take? Is this going to take long?!" This wasn't more than 2 minutes after I had taken her order and she is now nagging at me, the only guy on front counter that her little snot-rag grandchildren are bored and want their damned sundaes. Half of me was too tired to care, the other half wanted to throw her 3 dollars worth of nickels and dimes back at her and flip her off. But, I had a manager behind me who was busy with the drive-through. So I calmly replied with "No, I'll start those right away." She doesn't have the common sense (or decency, take your pick) to move her overweight ass to the side where all the food for front counter is run and assembled and a line of construction workers is already 4 strong behind her. So, I make her sundaes and give her three spoons and prepare to rush through the next 4 orders. And again she cuts me off with "Where are the nuts?" (Note; nuts for our sundaes are only optional and given only upon request). So acting like I failed assembling her order and I'm not worth anything, she then points like a damn three year old rat that can't even speak and repeats herself "Where are my nuts for my sundaes?!" I jolt back to the Icecream station and give her 3 packets of nuts. I also hand her her receipt in the same hand as the packets of nuts, and she throws it back onto the counter I had just cleaned without replying to my "Thank you, enjoy your day". :|

Those are the only two I can think of off the top of my head. More might come to me later but I'm not going to bother myself with the stupidity of the American fast food populace right now...

[laineter]

yeh customer are always stupid as they are. i really hate when i encounter people like that. before i work at internet coffee shop, there's a lot of customer with an attitude like that. :rolleyes:

[own3d0406]

Oh! Oh! Those people in restaurants who complain they got the wrong food, but were too stupid to order what they want, they're pretty stupid too.

[Magmaniac]

*sigh* I work at one of the busiest taco bells in the state, and we get our fair share of crazies, I don't work service for this reason, I make food, but there was this one incident.

I was making an order, and my nacho cheese was running out, so it wasn't coming out of the pump as much as it was supposed to, so I had to pump it like 20 times to get enough on the nacho bell grande I was making, but I got what was necessary, so I passed it to the next person.
Then I hear a guy at the counter, who is like "HEY! HEY!" So I look up and he is like "IS THAT MY FOOD?" Like I have any fucking idea, I read what has been ordered off of a screen. I'm like "Uhhh..." And I was about to ask if his number was the order that I was working on and he just interrupts me and goes "YEAH THATS MINE. YOU DIDN'T PUT ANY NACHO CHEESE ON THAT."
I was confused, I looked at it and I thought, okay maybe the dick wants extra for free, I'm not going to argue with him, so I grabbed it and (I had changed my nacho cheese by now so it was full) proceeded to add some more to it. I showed it to him and asked, "Is this enough, sir?" and he refuses to look at it and goes "I WANT MY MONEY BACK, WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER?" And I was pissed so I said, "Sir, there is enough nacho cheese on here," and he interrupts me and goes, "LOOK, I SAW WHAT YOU DID, YOU DIDNT PUT ANY ON."
"Yes, yes I did." I say
To which he replies, "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO BELIEVE, WHAT YOURE SAYING, OR WHAT I SAW!?"
-_-
First of all, I was a lot closer than him, and I am a paid professional, I am much more qualified to determine the amount of nacho cheese necessary.
I started explaining this to him and how there was enough nacho cheese on it now, and he just turns his head away and says, "NO I WANT MY MONEY BACK, WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER?" so I got my manager, and while she was dealing with his money, I walked up to the counter with the nacho bell grande and asked loudly, "DOES ANYONE WANT A FREE NACHO BELL GRANDE WITH EXTRA CHEESE!?"
Someone snatched it up and I got a raise a few weeks later.

[TinyDancer]

Mitch Hedberg said it best,

"I didn't go to college, but if I did, I would have taken all my tests at a restaurant. Because the customer is always right."

:)

[Protoss_Honor]

I walked up to the counter with the nacho bell grande and asked loudly, "DOES ANYONE WANT A FREE NACHO BELL GRANDE WITH EXTRA CHEESE!?"
Someone snatched it up and I got a raise a few weeks later.that made me laugh. Smart move, and congratz on the raise. :tup: I bet that guy was ticked. He was owned better than this dude here -->:_owned:


+rep for that.

Dang. I must spread around more rep before giving some to you again. That sucks

[Darkslayer633]

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A lady comes in and orders a big mac without pickles, and informs the sales associate that she is deathly allergic to pickles. he says do you want no mac sauce on the burger. she says no I want mac sauce. she eats it and is fine through the course of said meal.

FYI theres pickles in mac sauce.
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Or theres the I'll take two double quarter pounders with cheese a large fries, two pie[those little mcdonalds pies] and a diet coke... I was thinking.. just get the regular coke.. the diet version wont help much

[TinyDancer]

Sometimes the diet coke isn't about the calories, my cousin has juvenile diabetes, so she'll order a big mac and a diet coke. The calories and fats aren't good for her, but the reason she gets a diet coke is because it has no carbohydrates, so she gets to use less insulin to counter the entire meal, so she doesn't run out as fast, so it saves her money.

Not the case with everyone, but that's her excuse. Some people are just kind of stupid.

[BlackHawk]

I am a paid professional, I am much more qualified to determine the amount of nacho cheese necessary.

Oh so funny. Quoted.

+rep.

Or theres the I'll take two double quarter pounders with cheese a large fries, two pie[those little mcdonalds pies] and a diet coke... I was thinking.. just get the regular coke.. the diet version wont help much

Every little bit helps :\.

[The_Maker]

One just came to me, no long story for this one.

It's funny, how customers never notice the screen at the drive-through when you ask them is the order on the screen correct, but the split second you make a mistake on the menu they suddenly have a magical connection between the screen and their bodies. And somehow through this magical force they notice their order is wrong. How quaint. :ninja:

[Wehrmacht]

>.<... the stories of PAIN! and torture!
IVe worked at two of the worst possible places to be employeed... a buffet restuarant, and a medium sized theme park.
The Buffest restuarant was one that did pizzas, some of which were "pre-conceived and some that were made per order of the customer. Now we had this one group of people that came in one Sunday afternoon, in the middle of what we called the "church gangbang" simply because the town's 8 churches like to gang up on us for lunch because we are cheap and the kids never have a problem. So this group, they come in and start naming off pizzas, one wants this and so on and so forth. So they all go sit down, we make all their pizzas(there was about 6 "specialty" pizzas we made for this group) and delieverd them to the table as they left the oven. About 5 minutes after we completed their order, one lady, of the overweight state, comes up to the counter and starts complaining how her pizza was cooked, and that it was undercooked, the toppings were too thin, the cheese wasnt melted, etc etc.. So the Manager offeres to cook another pizza of her choice, which she agrees to. (our oven is one of those blast furnaces that cooks the pizza real good, no problems except this one customer) Manager cooks said pizza and self-delievers it to the table, where she comes under attack for the exact opposite reason for the 1st pizza!

The 2nd story, which has me pissed to this day, is one of the theme park orientation. I was working a go-kart track catered to the younger audience, that of 5-13 years, and couldnt ride the "big kid track." it consisted of a small oval and ran about 20-25 go-karts. One day this HUGE group of roudy, unruly kids comes barreling in with these wrist-bands(which allow unlimited access to the rides outside for a block of time) and want to drive the karts. When we are bringing in the 1st group, I swear EVERY SINGLE ONE of those kids did not know the meaning of the words STOP, SLOW DOWN, USE THE BRAKE, F*CKING STOP or anything related to those said words. In less than 2 minutes I literally almost both my feet to the colliding of the go-karts high speed impacts against each other. Im yelling and screaming at the kids to stop, and this one girl, who I KNOW heard me almost crushes my foot and has this look of pure delight on her face. I was never so inclined to smack the crap out of her.
I went and asked the women in-charge of this particular group if her kids could learn some basic control of the go-karts, and as this women was of the overweight and African American Stature(I dont discriminate against anyone who is related, knows someone, or is someone of this nature, im just stating the facts of my particular situation) she goes to complain to the co-owner of the establishment, and I find myself fired over this incident.
The Irony behind the whole event, which I found funny a few months later, was one of the mangaers, of the female persuasion, had to that date, continued to add me to the work schedule, knowing in full knowledge(she was present when I was issued my notice) that I had been fired.
the Service profession suxxor O.o

[Neo]

So many stories from when i was working overnight at wally world... hehe.

Anyways to be fair, about that exchange policy, if you throw enough of a fit at a walmart, you will almost always be allowed to exchange (At the least) or return a product -- even if you didn't buy it there.

I usually try to be nice to people at restaurants and store associate people, but sometimes they get on my nerves, for instance, taking down an order wrong, or being pricks about things (ie: asking for a different dressing on a salad then the default) or ones that act put out.

I don't mean to be rude, but FFS, your waiting on me, the least you could do is bring me the food I actually ordered =/

-Kupa

[U-238]

*shudders* wally world has to be the worst place to work. As we (my family) say: "It's the only 3rd world country in america"

[Nahotnoj]

Wow. I like the response to the guy saying you havea really interesting personality "yeah, and you have a really creepy, disturbing one" - xD great.

My friend works as a lifeguard, and he said that one time, this ten year old girl was talking to thim. Them, one of the other lifeguards came over, and said " you sholdn't be talking to him" She pushed him into the pool. My friend couldn't stop laughing.

So many stories from when i was working overnight at wally world... hehe.
-Kupa

*shudders* wally world has to be the worst place to work. As we (my family) say: "It's the only 3rd world country in america"

Whats wally world?

[kongurous]

Whats wally world?

Wal-Mart.

[DragonPaladin]

I work with little children, and while I must admit I love little children, some of them just get on my nerves. I wonder how some of them could be so stupid. Of course, I know they're little (8-12), but still, I wasn't that stupid when I was that young...

[Darmago]

Where I work is an establishment where the custimers we have to deal with most of the time are always wrong(however their parents who we have to deal with very infrequently, are always right) So, working with kids rarely ever has the "the customer is always right" rule apply to them. For example: I was working kitchen duty one day, (meals involve the kitchen making serving bowls full of food, and letting the kids eat at tables like a family meal-ish, quite unlike a cafeteria or restaurant) When the kids eat the entirety of the serving on the serving plate/bowl, they bring it up to the kitchen window, and we give them more(its somone else's job to make sure they don't overeat) and the chef is a certified gourmet chef, and doesnt like his meals being returned to him by "likkle Tykes" so if they say, bring up a bowl of stir-fry with all the chicken missing, but all the vegetables still there, we are allowed to refuse them more food, and they can whine and complain all they like, but they still get no food unless they eat the vegetables. One crafty "Likkle Tyke" went back to his table, emptied the container onto his plate, and came back for more, we gave him a single tiny piece of chicken and relished in his disappointment.