Wrong Side of the Counter...

[NateTheChops]

I just popped into the convenience store at the other end of the plaza, on my break no less. I'm not the sort of person to run to the back and get my shirt, and or coat before punching out so I was still wearing my red shirt.

The lady at the register of said convenience store wouldn't ring me up until she complained to me about a rebate for an item she purchased at my store.

Ask yourself. Would it be appropriate of me to ask you a million and one questions about your work place while you were in my line? Then why do it to me?

I've said it before and I'll say it again, when they do it to us it's bad. But when we do this to each other it's tragic.

[Rantsylvania 6-5000]

What the fuckety fuck?! Seriously, to have to hear that crap as a customer on your own time, is ridiculous!

I've been hassled a little about my job while doing business on my own time. I stopped by a drugstore on my way home from work, still wearing my uniform, and the cashier was telling me that her mom wasn't satisfied with the work our company did. Another time, I was cashing my paycheck (with my company's name on it), and the bank teller was asking a bunch of questions about our return policies! Irritating!

I've never had anyone refuse to serve me until I listened to their complaints, however.

[fma_fanatic]

That's why I make it a point to not wear anything that will identify where I work. We don't wear uniforms (except for the techs, and mostly it's just shirts with our logos on it), so I don't have much to worry about.

However, somehow, someone found out at my SILs going away party a few months ago about who I worked for and proceeded for nearly an hour to bitch at me about their contract, service and other things. I finally managed to extricate myself from her and find the husband and his brother's game of chess interesting.

[PepperElf]

They need to treat you like a customer. Just how they treat all other customers.

Personally I think the person's manager should be notified that you, as a customer, were being harassed over your employer's return policy... and that your own transaction was being held hostage as some sort of petty retribution for it.

as a fellow retail employee she should KNOW that you aren't personally responsible for your own employer's rules. How would she like it if you did it to her? I bet she'd be pissed.

[jedikuonji]

I really like that the only identifier of my uniform is my name tag. If I need to run around after work I can just slip my name tag in my pocket and I go from hotel guy to guy in cheap suit.

I do not miss company logo wear.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

I have had the exact same thing happen to me. I should have really complained to the manager or something. I wasn't even wearing a uniform, the woman just recognized me.

I was in the throes of a rapidly developing migraine. Otherwise, maybe I'd have had more fight left in me. I was, as we like to say in SCA combat, "disinclined to continue." But really, she should have been taken to task for that, and I've always regretted not making a big stink over it. (what I did was just say, in a chilly voice, something along the lines of "I'm not at work now. Come in when I am on the clock and we'll fix it." Or something along those lines.

I don't know what is wrong with some of these people.

[MoonCat]

This is why I never wear my name tag outside of work. I don't care to listen to the rants about subscription prices, editorial policy (for or against), advertising rates, missed papers, etc. etc. etc. I have no control over anything but as we all know, customers don't care about that. I have enough stress letting my co-workers vent to me, I'm not letting customers do it too!

[NateTheChops]

Unfortunately it's a family business and the owner is the lovely lady's husband. And I didn't wear my nametag, which should have been the biggest indicator of "Not on the clock and not interested", aside from the fact that I was in her store.

So the best I can do now is just refuse to go to that store anymore.

[PepperElf]

and spread the word at work.

your coworkers may want to have a heads up that, if they shop there... they might find themselves being harassed by the owner's wife too.

[ADoyle90815]

This is why I don't wear my uniform and name tag when I'm not at work, and I often bring something to throw on over my shirt if I know I'm going to run errands on my way home. I've never actually been scheduled on pay days, so I get to wear regular clothes when picking up my paycheck.

[ThirdGenRetail]

You make me love Red Vest... That red vest? That IS our standard uniform. Beyond some guidelines that are found in even school dress codes for what clothes we wear under that vest, we can wear whatever we want!

Which is why I've worn a "Wake me when the holidays are over" shirt with Snoopy on it three times now since Black Friday.

[MadMike]

If I need to run around after work I can just slip my name tag in my pocket and I go from hotel guy to guy in cheap suit.

Unfortunately, some people see the "cheap suit" and assume you work there. I've gotten harassed quite a few times because I had to do some quick shopping on my lunch break or on my way home from work.

[zombiequeen]

I've had people ask me questions while I was shopping in my summer camp shirt. Like about prices and scholarships, and they didn't like my "I'm just the cook, I don't know any of that other stuff." One lady proceeded to bitch and moan about the food, so I went to "I'm a cook in training. I have no say about the food. I literally go in, help the main cook, and go home. NOTHING ELSE."

Some people. GEEZE

[Gizmo]

One of my co-workers used to work for our competitors store before we opened in this town.

The week our store opened if people from our store came into theirs in uniform (even just peeking from underneath a coat) he was refusing to serve them and getting them escorted out of the shop by security.

I think once the area manager got wind of it he was told to stop.

[wolfie]

I've learned the hard way not to wear a safety vest when shopping at Home Depot. Other customers see a flash of orange, and ask me for help.