I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 47
I work for a company that reset displays at home improvement stores. I don’t actually WORK for the store; I’m just there on behalf of the company that’s creating a display of their products there.
I don’t wear any kind of identifying uniform or apron or anything, but even so, I usually have to field questions all day long from people looking for stuff in this huge store. Most of the time it’s old guys just barking products at me in lieu of an actual question: “Wood glue!” or the like.
This most recent time:
Customer: “Wall brackets!”
Me: “I’m sorry, I have no idea. I don’t work here.”
Customer: “Stop being a lazy punk and do your job!”
Me: “I am. I don’t work here because—”
Customer: “Go get your manager!”
Me: “He’s in Connecticut.”
Customer: “What?!”
Me: “I don’t work here! I work for another company!”
Customer: “Well… I still want to talk to your manager!”
Me: “And tell him what?”
Customer: “That you don’t know where the wall brackets are!”
Me: “Sir, I’m going to lunch. Moan at a manager here if you feel so inclined, but they’ll tell you the same thing I told you.”
And with that, I walked out to enjoy my sandwich.
Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 46
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 45
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 44
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 43
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 42
