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Post by Vypernight on May 2, 2010 4:13:14 GMT -5
$13.13? You should've given her a horrified look, and then whisper, softly and in terrified awe, "It's you." My order at Chick Filet once rang up at $6.66. I said, "Cool, my lucky number!" The clerk looked at me like I had blown up a church. Sleepy, where do you work? It sounded like one hell of a Saturday (or was it Friday?). Hopefully, the next day was better, though I love how something is too awful (or in your customer's case, ugly) to pay full price for but not to buy. I also love how customers think they can barter in retail. We get the prices from Corporate; we can Not change them just because you bitch like a 3 year old! And you can threaten to never shop here all you want because the previous 5000 customers don't seem to have any problems! I love working in the back, far away from the customers!
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Post by Sleepy on May 2, 2010 7:25:26 GMT -5
Yesterday I worked at a small thrift store. Today I'll be working at its sister store, which takes consignments. Like I said before, the thrift store's earnings go to local charities, which change every three months. On average, we make about $400-500 in one day. That's not a lot. That tells you how cheap our stuff is.
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Post by Sleepy on May 29, 2010 19:27:26 GMT -5
The customers were assholes at work today. A few examples:
We sell cards for 99 cents. We also have a small basket that holds more cards--a different type that's nicely packaged. We got those cards from another store and the price tag said $1.12. I had a woman complaining about that price. I couldn't believe it. She wanted me to change the price. It's a different type of card, bitch! And then she had the nerve to say, "Not that this makes any difference, but I donated a bag of clothes." Well, whoopty-fucking-do, asshole. You want thirteen cents off because you donated your shit? Fuck you.
Two women came in who were shopping together. Rather than coming over and asking me a question, they would yell across the store. "HOW MUCH IS THIS??" "CAN YOU GET THIS FOR ME??" "WHAT'S THIS??" Why don't you shut your fucking mouth, huh? Don't interrupt me. Wait your turn. I'm not going leave the current customer I'm helping just to check a price for you.
A woman and a young girl (either her daughter or granddaughter) enter the store. The woman is extremely childish and talking very loudly, almost screaming. The two are looking at movies. Videos are one dollar, DVDs two dollars. The girl has $10 of her own money to spend. Girl: Oh, I want this one. Woman: No! *buys stuff for herself*
Also, I can't tell you how many parents come in with children and refuse to buy them a book. Seriously? They're 50 cents. You should be thankful your child is willing to read.
My mom has a story from her job that tops anything I've read on here though. Someone went into the store's bathroom and crapped all over the floor and walls. Then, that person walked through his or her own crap and tracked it through the entire store, leaving shit footprints. My mom had to clean it up.
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Post by Aqualung on May 29, 2010 21:16:49 GMT -5
My mom has a story from her job that tops anything I've read on here though. Someone went into the store's bathroom and crapped all over the floor and walls. Then, that person walked through his or her own crap and tracked it through the entire store, leaving shit footprints. My mom had to clean it up. OMG. I've heard horror stories of this happening all over the place, though not tracking it through the store, even the one I used to work at but at least I didn't have to witness it. X( I will never understand what possesses people to do that. What the hell, even animals (normally) don't do that. And it's apparently a common occurance. *weeps for humanity* As for the idiots arguing over 13 fucking cents, did they look like they had money? Yeah, I bet that 13 cents is really going to break you, asshole.
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Post by The_L on May 30, 2010 6:04:12 GMT -5
Even if you're not doing too well, you can still spare 13 cents. That's less than half a candy bar.
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