What The Sell Is Her Problem

, , , | Working | January 3, 2013

(This is my second weekend working the races and selling tickets. I’m helping a gentleman find the restrooms with the racetrack’s booklet map, which I’ve been handing out to visitors.)

Coworker: “Don’t do that.”

Me: “…Excuse me?”

Coworker: “You’re not supposed to actually help people, just sell them s***.”

(I ignore my coworker and finish helping the gentleman.)

Me: “Is there anything else you need help with, sir?”

Gentleman: “Don’t let this old crow tell you how to do your job, sweetheart. You’re doing a great job!” *leaves*

Coworker: “You’re just supposed to sell them s***, not actually help!”

 

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This Employee Is Out Of Line

| Working | January 2, 2013

(It’s the holidays, and I’m a female customer standing in a very long line to purchase a PC game. While waiting, I look at a display of Nintendo games. Behind me in line are two 20-something year-old male customers. Suddenly, these two customers shove me out of the line, sending me crashing into a display of game controllers.)

Male Customer #1: “Geez, get out of the way if you’re just gonna gawk at garbage games!”

Male Customer #2: “Stupid girl gamers and their Nintendo.”

(Overhearing this, a cashier proceeds to push his way through the crowd to where we are in the line.)

Cashier: “Hey, what’s going on back there?”

Me: “These guys just shoved me out of the line!”

Cashier: *to the two male customers* “I don’t have time for this. Get out!”

(He then grabs the games the two male customers were planning to purchase, pulls them out of their hands before he pushes them through the crowd to the exit. I stand up and resume my place in line.)

Cashier: *to me* “You, no cuts. Back of the line!”

Me: “What? But I was already at this spot in line before they pushed me—”

Cashier: “Did you not hear me say I don’t have time to deal with s*** from idiots like you and those two friends of yours? Back of the line, or out!”

(Suddenly, a little boy at the back of the line speaks up.)

Little Boy: “Miss! You can go ahead of me since you were already waiting.”

(Hearing this, another man in front of the little boy also speaks up.)

Man: “You can go ahead of me as well!”

(Every single customer in line proceeds to insist that I go ahead of them, including those who were originally ahead of me. I end up right at the counter, placing my purchase in front of the same cashier who tried to send me to the back.)

Cashier: “Look, lady, you can’t just—”

Me: “How about you just scan this through? It’s a busy season and I’m pretty sure neither of us has time for this.”

(He falls silent and quickly scans my purchase when I hear a familiar voice at the back of the line.)

Little Boy: “Ha!”

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Where There’s Smoke, There’s Getting Fired

| Working | January 2, 2013

(I’m walking near a kiosk selling electronic cigarettes. I work in the mall and am familiar with the fact that they’re just not doing very well. It might have something to do with the employees.)

Employee: “You there, sir! Do you smoke?”

Mall Patron: “No.”

Employee: “Would you like to start?”

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I Have A Good Feeling About Her

| Working | January 1, 2013

(My family and I are shopping in a theme park souvenir store devoted to a certain legendary space movie series.)

Sister: *to us* “Last time I was here, I saw light-up R2D2s that I’d really like to get. Help me find them!”

(We search the store, and are stopped by an employee standing at a counter full of bins.)

Employee: “Can I help you find something?”

Me: “What are those bins?”

Employee: “It’s our build-your-own-robot figurine section! We’ve got all these parts, and you can build your own, any way you like!”

Me: “Wow, that’s actually pretty cute. I’ll have to think about that.”

Employee: *to my sister* “How about you? Are you sure you don’t need one? They’re cuuuuuuuute!”

Sister: “No, thanks. These aren’t the droids I’m looking for.”

Employee: “You win the park.”

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Mismanaged Expectations, Part 6

| Working | January 1, 2013

(It’s mid-day Monday; I’m on my way home from a charity shop I volunteer at every Monday morning when I get a phone call from my paid work.)

Manager: “Why aren’t you at work? You were supposed to be here hours ago!”

Me: “Huh? I never do Monday mornings; that’s my shift at [charity shop]. I’m not due in ’til two this afternoon.”

Manager: “Well, I have the timetable printout here in front of me, and it says you were due in at 10!”

Me: “That’s really weird; I’m not supposed to be scheduled on Monday mornings, and I copied all my shift times for this week down when I left on Saturday afternoon.”

Manager: “Oh, I didn’t like this week’s timetable, so I took it home Saturday night and brought the revised one in yesterday. It says your shift started at 10.”

Me: “Sorry… so you took the timetable home on saturday after I left and brought it back on my day off, having changed the time of my first shift afterwards? How was I supposed to know?”

Manager: “You could have come in and checked, you know? You can’t expect me to do everything for you. Just get here as soon as you can!” *hangs up*

(Turns out he’d done the same thing to about half the staff; that week was chaos!)

 

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