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hippie_chick) wrote2004-04-07 06:02 pm
hippie_chick) wrote2004-04-07 06:02 pm
Craptacular day.
I'm getting so tired of tourist season. Really. I can't wait for Easter to pass so that they all start going home. I'm burnt out. :P
Today I had a royal bitch for a customer. I'm working on putting away the vitamins, and she asks me for something to use post surgery, like a brace or truss or something. Well, we aren't a surgical supply store, it's Walgreens. We're drug and sundry with just a couple basic stuff like canes and crutches... not a huge wide selection of stuff in that area.
I sent her to the place where she may find something that would work, in the section where we keep the elastic goods. Mostly knee braces, elbow braces, sacro braces and the like. Again, basic assortment, nothing major. I would have walked over with her but I had an elderly lady that needed help and so I just sent her. 10 minutes pass, and I'm with another customer looking at vitamins at that point. Lady comes back and becomes a righteous bitch. Started nice enough, but came back to me all full of piss and vinegar.
"I'm never asking you anything again!!" ::I blink:: "What is your name?" ::another blink from me:: "Why, ma'am? Is there something else you need assistance with?" Biotch demands my name again says it's none of my business and asks where a manager is. Storms off. Well damn. I would say it *is* my business, if you want my name, right? I didn't give it to her. I hate wearing those damn name tags, really I do. Luckily I had stuff in my arms and could hide it.
My assistant comes over a few minutes later and says that the lady is calling the district office. I'm still confuzzled as to why. I explained to him the situation, and he was cool.
I mean really, man. If you have a problem, find a manager, discuss it with them. If you still aren't satisfied, THEN maybe district would come into play. DON'T just go straight to district, and not try to deal with it on a store level first. Biotch.
More often than not today, the customers have been real grumps. Dang.
Anyway. I need to go think about dinner. A glass of wine sounds good too. Later. <3
Today I had a royal bitch for a customer. I'm working on putting away the vitamins, and she asks me for something to use post surgery, like a brace or truss or something. Well, we aren't a surgical supply store, it's Walgreens. We're drug and sundry with just a couple basic stuff like canes and crutches... not a huge wide selection of stuff in that area.
I sent her to the place where she may find something that would work, in the section where we keep the elastic goods. Mostly knee braces, elbow braces, sacro braces and the like. Again, basic assortment, nothing major. I would have walked over with her but I had an elderly lady that needed help and so I just sent her. 10 minutes pass, and I'm with another customer looking at vitamins at that point. Lady comes back and becomes a righteous bitch. Started nice enough, but came back to me all full of piss and vinegar.
"I'm never asking you anything again!!" ::I blink:: "What is your name?" ::another blink from me:: "Why, ma'am? Is there something else you need assistance with?" Biotch demands my name again says it's none of my business and asks where a manager is. Storms off. Well damn. I would say it *is* my business, if you want my name, right? I didn't give it to her. I hate wearing those damn name tags, really I do. Luckily I had stuff in my arms and could hide it.
My assistant comes over a few minutes later and says that the lady is calling the district office. I'm still confuzzled as to why. I explained to him the situation, and he was cool.
I mean really, man. If you have a problem, find a manager, discuss it with them. If you still aren't satisfied, THEN maybe district would come into play. DON'T just go straight to district, and not try to deal with it on a store level first. Biotch.
More often than not today, the customers have been real grumps. Dang.
Anyway. I need to go think about dinner. A glass of wine sounds good too. Later. <3
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