The NAR Holiday iPod Touch Giveaway Contest is almost over, so be sure to enter now!
The holidays are just around the corner, so Not Always Right is starting your season off right by giving away a free iPod Touch (8GB in your choice of black or white) to one lucky reader!
To enter our contest, just Tweet (or ReTweet) AND Follow:
- Tweet the following message, being sure to specify your job title:
I am a [job title] and The Customer is Not Always Right! #iPodTouch #contest (RT your job & follow @notalwaysright to enter)
- Follow @notalwaysright.
The contest begins:
Monday, 11/21/11 at 12:00 pm Pacific
The contest ends:
Monday, 12/5/11 at 12 pm Pacific
One lucky winner will be selected and announced on Tuesday, 12/6/11 at 12 pm Pacific. Then, a shiny new iPod Touch will be shipped by 12/9/11, with plenty of time before the holidays arrive!
- You must Tweet the specific Tweet above with your job title above to qualify. Note: It’s okay if you’re a student or unemployed — just indicate it in the place of the job title.
- You must Follow @notalwaysright to qualify.
- Enter as many times as you’d like, but make sure to make each Tweet unique!
PS – Not Always Right will have more awesome contests soon, so Follow us on Twitter @notalwaysright to be the first to know!
PS #2 – Not on Twitter? No worries — a contest for non-Twitter users is coming soon!
- The Not Always Right Team
(It’s 9 am and the phone rings. Note that we open at 10 am.)
Me: “Thank you for calling [store]. How may I help you?”
Caller: “What time do you open?”
Me: “10 o’ clock.”
Caller: “Then why are you there?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Caller: “Why are you there answering phones if you’re not open?”
Me: “We have a lot to do to get the store ready for opening.”
Caller: “Well, you shouldn’t be there. Otherwise you should just open at 9.”
Me: “Sorry, sir, we’ll see you at 10!”
(I work in an office for accounts receivable that takes payments, sets up payment agreements, etc. One night, I am working late on the fourth floor with a customer on the line when the building’s fire alarm goes off for a scheduled routine drill.)
Me: “Okay sir, your payment just went through. Your confirmation number is–”
Customer: “What’s that noise?”
Me: “It’s our fire alarm. They’re going to start clearing the building for a drill, so I need to give you this number quickly.”
Customer: “Is your building on fire?”
Me: “No, sir. It’s just a scheduled drill. Your confirmation number, if you’re ready, is–”
Customer: “Should I call the fire department?”
Me: “No, sir. It’s a drill. The building is not on fire.”
(I finally manage to give him his number and am finishing up the call.)
Me: “Thank you for calling finance, sir. Have a good evening.”
Customer: “You, too! Don’t burn to death!”
(I am a cashier in a gas station that sells a fair amount of “tobacco” rolling papers. We just recently changed brands that are slightly different. Note that I just moved from the north.)
Me: “Hello, how may I help you today?”
Customer: “I’ll take a pack of one point five rolling papers please.”
Me: “All right, we have [brand name] one and one half gold, [brand name] one and one half silver, or [off brand] one and one half. Which would you like?”
Customer: “I said one point five not one and one half. Don’t they teach math in school anymore?”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “It’s fine. I just wish they would stick to the three r’s still. Reading, writing, and ‘rithmitic.” *storms out*
Me: *stands there with mouth wide open*
Coworker: “Welcome to the south, buddy!”
(I work as a nurse in hospital in Illinois. Keep in mind where quite busy at the moment. A woman rushes up to me dragging a preteen girl behind her.)
Woman: “Help! Please help! My daughter needs a vaccine!”
Me: “Okay, ma’am, I need to know what the vaccine is for. Do you have an appointment?”
Woman: “No! I don’t have any appointment! My daughter has a fever!”
Daughter: “Mom! I don’t have a fever!”
Woman: *still looking at me* “Her aunt told me she has it! The Heever Fever!”
Me: “Ma’am, are you trying to say ‘Bieber Fever’?”
Woman: “Yes! That!”
Daughter: “Mom! You’re embarrassing me!”