I worked at the Drug Store From Hell when I was 19-20. I've posted stories about that place before, a wretched hive of scum and villainy and SCs and spineless brown-nosing managers who then turn around and lash out at the employees.
Anyway, it was a very busy afternoon, and none of the SCs understood the kindergarten concept of "stand in line and wait your turn." There were about six or seven clustered around my register, all shouting questions at or making demands of me. Another guy walks up in the midst of the melee and asks me where the batteries were located. "Aisle 18," I reply, then go back to the folks who were there first and try to untangle the problems.
Next day I go in, I'm called to the office. Seems Battery Boy was a Secret Shopper, and even though he mentioned in his report that I was busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest*, I didn't take the time to escort him to the battery aisle and inform him of the pros and cons of each kind of battery. The manager informed me that I could either resign or he'd let me go. Not knowing better, I resigned (if I'd known about unemployment insurance, I would've let the arsehole fire me). Nice ambush, jackasses. Bet you're still wondering why your store went under less than two years later.
Then there's the temp job story, but I already posted that. People really suck sometimes.
*This colorful phrase was posted a long time ago on this site by another member, whose name escapes me, but it made me laugh!
Anyway, it was a very busy afternoon, and none of the SCs understood the kindergarten concept of "stand in line and wait your turn." There were about six or seven clustered around my register, all shouting questions at or making demands of me. Another guy walks up in the midst of the melee and asks me where the batteries were located. "Aisle 18," I reply, then go back to the folks who were there first and try to untangle the problems.
Next day I go in, I'm called to the office. Seems Battery Boy was a Secret Shopper, and even though he mentioned in his report that I was busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest*, I didn't take the time to escort him to the battery aisle and inform him of the pros and cons of each kind of battery. The manager informed me that I could either resign or he'd let me go. Not knowing better, I resigned (if I'd known about unemployment insurance, I would've let the arsehole fire me). Nice ambush, jackasses. Bet you're still wondering why your store went under less than two years later.
Then there's the temp job story, but I already posted that. People really suck sometimes.

*This colorful phrase was posted a long time ago on this site by another member, whose name escapes me, but it made me laugh!
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