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hollybrookeNormally I was scheduled to come in to work at eight, but Jan said that since the mall is pretty much dead at eight in the morning and we have no real business (the only people who are in the mall at that time are the senior citizens who can get their power walking in around the mall's perimeter), I could come in at noon instead since I closed the night before. But it's not just that. It just seems that people are going nuts in our store. I guess the general public thinks that we are just a large toy store and it doesn't matter what they do to mess things up.
But last night was one of those nights where I was about ready to smack the living crap out of any given customer. Here are the sorts of things a customer can do to piss me off:
--talk on their cell phone while I am ringing you up. It makes me feel like you are not paying attention to the sales transaction.
--opening up a box and taking the product out to inspect it while on the sales floor. You are posing a greater risk of damaging it while taking it out than damaging it while it is on display. Plus, would it kill you to maybe ask one of us for assistance? If you want to see how it looks so damn badly, just ask a sales associate.
--leaving your trash in our store just laying on the shelves. Makes me think like you could really give a shit about our store. Don't leave half-drank cups of pop on the shelves; it can fall over and damage merchandise, and that comes out of OUR pockets instead of YOURS, when you are definitely the one responsible for it.
--ask for help when I am obviously busy ringing up a customer. Now that is just plain rude. Wait your turn.
--give me your money all rumpled and fresh out of your pocket. Learn to carry a wallet; trying to uncrumple your money to make it fit in the register is a hassle.
--if it is THIS close to Christmas, please don't call on the telephone to see if we have something in that you are looking for and if we DO have it, don't ask to have it held aside for you. What makes you think that you're so special to get this unfair advantage over the others who have actually braved the mall to do their shopping? If you have to resort to the phone, just fuckin' get on the Internet to do your shopping. (Around Halloween, a week before Halloween actually happens, whenever we get a phone call asking if we had so-and-so costumes in, I just tell them "NO" because if they waited that long to get their costumes, then chances are we don't have them in anyway.)
Commit any of these cardinal sins, and you will be up for a ass-whuppin' from me.
**fin**
But last night was one of those nights where I was about ready to smack the living crap out of any given customer. Here are the sorts of things a customer can do to piss me off:
--talk on their cell phone while I am ringing you up. It makes me feel like you are not paying attention to the sales transaction.
--opening up a box and taking the product out to inspect it while on the sales floor. You are posing a greater risk of damaging it while taking it out than damaging it while it is on display. Plus, would it kill you to maybe ask one of us for assistance? If you want to see how it looks so damn badly, just ask a sales associate.
--leaving your trash in our store just laying on the shelves. Makes me think like you could really give a shit about our store. Don't leave half-drank cups of pop on the shelves; it can fall over and damage merchandise, and that comes out of OUR pockets instead of YOURS, when you are definitely the one responsible for it.
--ask for help when I am obviously busy ringing up a customer. Now that is just plain rude. Wait your turn.
--give me your money all rumpled and fresh out of your pocket. Learn to carry a wallet; trying to uncrumple your money to make it fit in the register is a hassle.
--if it is THIS close to Christmas, please don't call on the telephone to see if we have something in that you are looking for and if we DO have it, don't ask to have it held aside for you. What makes you think that you're so special to get this unfair advantage over the others who have actually braved the mall to do their shopping? If you have to resort to the phone, just fuckin' get on the Internet to do your shopping. (Around Halloween, a week before Halloween actually happens, whenever we get a phone call asking if we had so-and-so costumes in, I just tell them "NO" because if they waited that long to get their costumes, then chances are we don't have them in anyway.)
Commit any of these cardinal sins, and you will be up for a ass-whuppin' from me.
**fin**
