I loved working in the bakery department of a large, upscale grocery store. My job was the customer side, performing at a fast pace while packaging baked goods to fill the shelves, attending to customers, taking custom orders, answering phones — all the tasks you’d expect.
A pleasant young man was hired, and I trained him. He absolutely loved interacting with customers and was a smiling “people person” who was liked by his coworkers — until he wasn’t. He made it a point to work as much on the customer floor as possible, either restocking or arranging product. He would engage everyone who passed by, whether they were shopping or just passing to the next department.
Many times, he’d ask what they were looking for and walk them to the product — at the other end of the store! This left the rest of us to pick up the slack with packaging of tons of product, phones, orders, etc. He schmoozed the customers and many times spent twenty minutes talking to one. Then, he’d move on to the next one. He was getting the stink-eye from his coworkers, but he really thought that was “his job” — and who gets in trouble for making customers happy?
After we complained to the bakery manager, he also wondered how he could rein someone back who got so many compliments from the customers. He was like a personal shopper for the bakery!
The front crew decided to talk up his “skills” to management to maybe get him transferred to another department. Not surprisingly, it was decided that his great customer skills would be perfect for the front end, with sooooo many great comments about how helpful he was. He became a cashier, and not just that, but he became the assistant manager — jumping over thirty cashiers with more seniority who coveted the job.
Now he had a full plate of tasks that couldn’t wait and that he had no experience with, he had unhappy resentful cashiers who didn’t make his job easier, he had to schedule breaks and lunches according to union laws, and he floundered big time.
After six weeks, he begged to be sent back to the bakery, but he’d jumped unions with the promotion and he’d timed out to be able to go back. So, he became a regular, non-star cashier in the trenches. Now he had close supervision, benchmarks for items rung per minute in place, and no time to schmooze the public. He actually worked out fine — but not as happy. He’s still a smiling face and a pleasant person with great customer service skills… but I regret nothing!