Rug Brats
One of the most frustrating things about the warehouse work I used to do was the complete disconnect between the sales staff and the warehouse. Sales staff would promise the moon and stars to customers to secure a sale, with little to no consideration for what it would do to the warehouse staff, the worst promise being that we would wait for a customer to come back and pick up goods.
After a few months of these ridiculous promises, I finally went to management and said that if sales staff expected us to stay past close to assist a customer, then we would be billing that time as overtime.
Management downright refused, as the company couldn’t “afford” overtime.
A few days after that conversation, I was on the sales floor unpacking a new range of rugs when a salesperson approached me with this woman who immediately had the “I want to speak to your manager” vibe.
I could tell already from this lady’s smug smirk that she had worn down the salesperson and made them promise her something that would be against policy.
Sales Associate: “Hey, [My Name], this lady has bought a few rugs from out the back. Can she come to pick them up later?”
Me: “Sure, you can pick them up between now and 5:00 pm.”
Customer: *Smugly* “Your salesperson has already said I can come back at 7:30 pm and pick them up.”
Me: “Well, miss, I’ll be here until 5:00 pm. After that, the warehouse is closed for the evening. If you’d like, I can always help you tomorrow morning—”
Customer: “I’ll be here at 7:30, and you’d better be here, or I’m calling the manager and f****** complaining.”
I just gave her a shrug and went back to my work.
Customer: “Oh, and make sure you clean the rugs before I pick them up. I’m going to be inspecting them, and they’d better be f****** spotless.”
She then turned on her heel and walked off. The salesperson walked away, assuming all was good. There was no way I was waiting two and a half hours for such a condescending, crabby woman.
I grabbed my trolley and made my way back to the warehouse, passing the clearance area.
As I was walking, I noticed a lady’s purse sitting amongst a stack of cushions. I walked over and picked it up to take it to the counter, and I had a gut feeling. Could it be? I opened the purse and found a driver’s license; it was the customer’s license and purse!
I chuckled to myself as I walked back to the warehouse, made my way into the warehouse office, and took extra care to safely secure her purse inside our safe.
I then started my closing-up process, and as a little extra slice of pettiness, I typed in the all-purpose alarm code and reset the alarm system code so only I could unlock the warehouse when I showed up for my shift the next morning.
Apparently, this lady showed up at 7:30 pm only to find the gates locked, everything pitch black, and no rugs.
She filed a complaint and wanted a full refund — not for the clearance prices she paid but for the FULL PRICE of the rugs.
When I was questioned about this, I provided my manager with the emails from the general manager stating that they wouldn’t pay employees to work any overtime.
They also questioned me about the change of alarm system code, and I just said that we had a potential security issue, and with this lady’s expensive purse being left in the store, I figured it’d be best resolved the following morning and kept in a safe and secure spot.
When the customer did show up to pick her rugs up, I also helpfully pointed out that it was illegal for her to be driving without a license.
She shot me the most amazing death glare I’ve ever seen.