Dear Customers: The fitting room closes at 9pm, that means I leave to go clean up all apparel, and therefore all the fitting room doors get locked. Don't pound on the doors and complain loudly about them being locked. I am not paid enough to wait my whole 9 hour shift and watch people try on clothes and then rudely just leave clothes on the ground for me to pick up. I'm not your mother.
Dear Customers: If you see me redoing all of the clearance clothes, why are you going through them? I'm trying to do my job and make finding clothes easier for you. Don't get mad at me for doing my job. It's 10pm at night!
Dear Customers: (Via my boyfriend, a cashier) Please abstain from indoctrinating me into your religious concerns, I consider myself spiritually conscious, I can maintain respect for your beliefs. Do not shove them down my throat.
Dear Customers: If I tell you the limit is 6, that means you should just grab 6 try them on, and then leave. Not get 6, try one on, hand it to your mom, have her dump it in my cart, then grab you another one. Why do you need to try on 15 different size smalls and 5 different mediums?! Just grab one of each size and try those on! Don't leave 20 suits in my cart.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Post via another cashier
Dear Customers: yes I have tattoos. no, that does not entitle you to try to touch me. no, I don't want to disucss them while I'm working, and no I don't care about your tattoos. if I care, ill ask you about yours. also stop coming through my line to stare at me, you're stinky and gross. please realize I'm working and have other people to assist. sincerly, your local cashier.
(and back to me)
Hey readers, I think this is catching, and when I see a post one of my coworkers has posted up I will add it for all of you to see. This cashier is a great friend of mine, awesome woman with tattoos and she's very pretty. She's also one of the main cashiers, so as you can tell she's on the front lines quit often. Most often I see her near the smokers register. (You know, where you buy the cigs)
(and back to me)
Hey readers, I think this is catching, and when I see a post one of my coworkers has posted up I will add it for all of you to see. This cashier is a great friend of mine, awesome woman with tattoos and she's very pretty. She's also one of the main cashiers, so as you can tell she's on the front lines quit often. Most often I see her near the smokers register. (You know, where you buy the cigs)
No snow, why ask?
Dear Customers: Please stop asking where our snow jackets are. You walked past them when you entered the store. Also, there is no snow! It's like 50 degrees!
Dear Customers: This is Wal*Mart, you can put the reject clothes in the cart. You don't have to hand me the pile of clothes you so graciously decided to refold and/or hang. So thank you for giving me more work.
Dear Customers: Just because I tell you there is a 6 clothes limit does not mean you can get pissy at me. It's my job to sit there and wait for you to try on all your clothes.
Dear Customers: I know you have lives and things to do as well, but if you wanted to hurry, don't go to the garden center and then get angry when it's 9pm and there is only one cashier and a line. That one cashier is doing the work of 2 and gets complained at for not doing their job correctly if they have to call for more help, which doesn't even stay there long enough to do any actual help. If you wanted to go quickly, you should have gone to the front, that's where the cashiers get kept. (Courtesy of my roommate)
Dear Customers: This is Wal*Mart, you can put the reject clothes in the cart. You don't have to hand me the pile of clothes you so graciously decided to refold and/or hang. So thank you for giving me more work.
Dear Customers: Just because I tell you there is a 6 clothes limit does not mean you can get pissy at me. It's my job to sit there and wait for you to try on all your clothes.
Dear Customers: I know you have lives and things to do as well, but if you wanted to hurry, don't go to the garden center and then get angry when it's 9pm and there is only one cashier and a line. That one cashier is doing the work of 2 and gets complained at for not doing their job correctly if they have to call for more help, which doesn't even stay there long enough to do any actual help. If you wanted to go quickly, you should have gone to the front, that's where the cashiers get kept. (Courtesy of my roommate)
Sunday, March 27, 2011
No joke
Dear Customers: When I say my whole little speech at the beginning of every phone call, and you ask "is this (town I reside in)?" I will say "Yes, it is" and "No joke?" will be responded with a dead-pan "No joke". For crying out loud, I tell you what town Wally your calling when you call.
Dear Customers: Yes, 24 hours means that we do not close. So when I say that we are open 24 hours, don't ask me when we close.
Dear Customers: No, we do not have a brochure of our liquor, you have to get off your lazy alcoholic butt as look for yourself.
Dear Customers: I don't give a damn about your skin color, but if you insult my race right infront of me and then act like I should be fine, my tone will be cold with you. I don't care if you can't tell I'm Mexican. I'm MEXICAN dammit!
Dear Customers: Don't be rude to me just because my voice is scratchy and tired. I just finished hacking up a lung and am trying not to cough into the phone. Yes, I honestly don't care if your butt-hurt about us not having XL men's sweats, but when you say you want to talk to my boss, my response is 'alright, one moment'. That means stay on the line, not hang up. I honestly don't care after coughing up my lungs all day and you getting pissy at me. It's not my fault, and I feel very weak from coughing so hard.
Dear Customers: I'm a lowly associate, do you really think I can control things like ordering more gloves?
Dear Customers: Yes, 24 hours means that we do not close. So when I say that we are open 24 hours, don't ask me when we close.
Dear Customers: No, we do not have a brochure of our liquor, you have to get off your lazy alcoholic butt as look for yourself.
Dear Customers: I don't give a damn about your skin color, but if you insult my race right infront of me and then act like I should be fine, my tone will be cold with you. I don't care if you can't tell I'm Mexican. I'm MEXICAN dammit!
Dear Customers: Don't be rude to me just because my voice is scratchy and tired. I just finished hacking up a lung and am trying not to cough into the phone. Yes, I honestly don't care if your butt-hurt about us not having XL men's sweats, but when you say you want to talk to my boss, my response is 'alright, one moment'. That means stay on the line, not hang up. I honestly don't care after coughing up my lungs all day and you getting pissy at me. It's not my fault, and I feel very weak from coughing so hard.
Dear Customers: I'm a lowly associate, do you really think I can control things like ordering more gloves?
Finally back!!!!
Oh dear God have I missed days. I finally finished my sint on overnights, and then I had one day back. The next day I was laying in my bed unable to walk to my own living room because I had strep (I was gone for 6 days). Well, strep after having got a head injury which had resulted in my temporary blindness (glasses are broken). So now I'm back to the phones with this painful cough, meds, and unable to even see the phones screen. You can imagine the fun I'm having with customers now, especially with the fact that the head wound only left minimal scarring around my right eye, and the swelling is all gone now.
So the next post will be catching up on this week's customer service.
So the next post will be catching up on this week's customer service.
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