I have no excuse for my lack of this, I should be able to handle a wedding, work and this. So without any lame excuses:
Dear Customers: While I realize it is quite easy to dial up your local Wal*Mart and ask for the weather, please do not cuss me out because I tell you that I do not know the forecast.
Dear Customers: Yes, Christmas is a very busy time, and I realize that you may for decided to put off your shopping until the last minute, but why must you get angry at me for not having your exact item? I even suggest other places where you could possibly find it, and yet I still get glared at.
Dear Customers: It is quite common for young men to have pony-tails and sometimes braids now, but I am not a young man, and my french braid is quite girlish I assure you, so please do not call me sir, and please do not ask your friend quite loudly why there is a man working in the lingerie department.
Dear Customers: I have no idea how often I have to say this, no habla esponola! Yes, my skin is fairly brown, and yes, I am part Mexican, but I'm also Jewish and German, I don't speak Hebrew or German though.
Dear Customers: If you would like to make people want to never have children, you are doing a fantastic job at it! Why, hearing those screams of your child as you ignore them, smelling their feces when they can't control their bowel movements and you not doing a thing about it, finding your lost child and having to comfort them and avoiding sticky peanut buttery hands, why all those things really make a person excited about having children.
Dear Customers: I really don't want to know about your want of sex life, your appointments, what your friend is or isn't saying, and I'm sure noone else in the store wants to as well, so please stop talking so everyone within 30ft can hear you.
Dear Customers: Yes, you want to speak to a manager, yes you've been on hold and hung up after 1.5 minutes 3 times, no you cannot yell at me for that, I will ask you to hold and put you on hold. I am not paid enough to get yelled at by some persistently rude person.
Dear Customers: Did you ever think that maybe the reason you have to call back after I put you on hold is because you hung up? Don't call after I put you on hold and then accuse me of hanging up on you. Also, don't get pissy at me when I tell you that I put you on hold.
Dear Customers: Yes, the store manager is a woman, shocker. Stop cutting me off when I tell you her name with "That's not a man's name" perhaps it's not a man's name due to the fact that she is a woman and not a man?
Dear Customers: My name is not Stacy, it is not Tracy, is it not Carrie, or Christy, or Mary, or any other name you come up with and call me. My name is CASEY, with a C. While I am well aware of my speech impediments, I would like you to respect them and if you didn't catch my name, don't call me by the wrong one.
Dear Customers: While I do get tired of saying the same long phrase everytime I answer the phone I get more tired of hearing, "Wow! That's a lot to say! Do you have to say that every time you answer the phone?" or "Woah that's a lot of words, don't you get tired of saying that?" Yes, I do get tired of it. Now shut up and tell me where to DIRECT your call.
Dear Customers: Don't worry, I don't have alot of stuff to get done in a limited amount of time, I'm fine waiting behind you and asking you several times if you could please move. It's also perfectly fine to glare at me when I'm restocking and I'm 'in your way'. You also have free reign to stand behind me as I zone a whole wall of shirts and then mess it all up as your searching for a shirt that you just HAVE to have. It's all cool, how about you hit my head against a wall so I don't have to do it to myself?
Dear Customers: The next time you yell at me for something another associate does while I'm on my lunch and you raise your arm and make a fist at me, I WILL call management and have you taken out of the store for harassment. Once again, I am not paid enough to be threatened by anyone.
Dear Customers: Yes I look quite young, stop acting as if I'm a stupid child. I'm an underweight, short young woman. Don't act as if I'm a youth with stupidity and strength, I'm someone whose had to wise up before their time and my body shows that with it's pain and scars.
