aka, "If you don't like my answer, leave"
Ok, so while I was still at Kroger before I was able to leave retail, I was the CAO Clerk/Grocery Clerk person for the store. One Sunday they had me working 830a-500p. Not a good thing as that store is a heavy Sunday business store and my work needs to be done early in the day (I would work 4a-1230p usually). Well, the day was one giant piece of suck from the get-go. First, it took me three hours to stock bread and do the markdowns. Second, I kept getting called up front to assist the cashiers. Third, a milk delivery came (I hated unloading trucks). Then, the manager said he was leaving for the day since he had to come in at 9pm to help overnights work on a project. He put me in charge. Goody. Well, about 130pm I had enough and went on lunch (no breaks yet). I come back from lunch and am talking to the closing office people outside. We all go inside and a cashier meets us at the door saying "Um, guys, can you help me with an angry customer?" I volunteer as I am closest to going on the clock and I had a feeling it was going to get bad. I go over and we have this exchange:
Me: Hi, I'm the manager in charge today, how may I help you? (contrary to the look I had that day of a worn-out Red Sox hat, scruffy beard, sunglasses hooked on my shirt and dirty shirt from stocking)
SC: I want this stuff on WIC. She *pointing at cashier* won't ring it up.
Me: Well, it is because the state of Illinois doesn't allow those items on WIC.
SC: But I buy it here all the time. Why the f--- won't you do it now?
Me: Well, if it did get rang up last time, it shouldn't have. I know we have been training some new cashiers within the last month and some errors might have happened, but, it says right on this list *points to WIC list* that we cannot do it.
SC: I f------ want it rang up. Why the f--- won't you ring it up?
Me: Because it is not allowed. And please, stop swearing.
SC: I will f------ swear if I want. Ring my s--- up now.
Me: No, I will not. And you will calm down, or you will leave right now.
SC: I ain't leaving until you f------ ring my f------ s--- up. F---!
Me: Ok, leave. We're done.
SC: We're not done, right my f------ stuff up.
Me: No. Please leave.
SC: Fine, I'll go to Jewel.
Me: Ok, have a nice day (while maintaining my composure)
SC: You know what, I'm not leaving. Ring the f------ stuff up, now.
Me: Ma'am, you will either leave by your own will, or one of the ladies at the service desk WILL call the Bloomington Police Department and THEY will help you out of here.
SC: Fine. I'll f------ leave. *sets an ink pen down on the counter*
Me: Ok, have a nice day *picks up the pen*
SC: *grabs pen and throws it at me, it bounces off my chest*
ME: Get out. *walks around the end of the checkstand towards the lady to point the way to the door and to make sure she doesn't damage anything on the way out(
Let's just say there were a bunch of wide-eyed people in the store that day as they got to see a "manager" not take no for an answer and throw a person out of the store. The day got better though, when I walked back downstairs from the main office after calming down, one of the office clerks said "Who's the MOD, the district manager is here for a store walk" Wonderful, the store is torn up and I'm ready to highjack the liquor department.
Let's just say, also, that was the last Sunday I worked 830a-5p. The manager who put me in temporary command came in while I was still there and I informed him of the situation that occured in a profanity-laden venting of the day (and I NEVER swore in front of that manager).
Ok, so while I was still at Kroger before I was able to leave retail, I was the CAO Clerk/Grocery Clerk person for the store. One Sunday they had me working 830a-500p. Not a good thing as that store is a heavy Sunday business store and my work needs to be done early in the day (I would work 4a-1230p usually). Well, the day was one giant piece of suck from the get-go. First, it took me three hours to stock bread and do the markdowns. Second, I kept getting called up front to assist the cashiers. Third, a milk delivery came (I hated unloading trucks). Then, the manager said he was leaving for the day since he had to come in at 9pm to help overnights work on a project. He put me in charge. Goody. Well, about 130pm I had enough and went on lunch (no breaks yet). I come back from lunch and am talking to the closing office people outside. We all go inside and a cashier meets us at the door saying "Um, guys, can you help me with an angry customer?" I volunteer as I am closest to going on the clock and I had a feeling it was going to get bad. I go over and we have this exchange:
Me: Hi, I'm the manager in charge today, how may I help you? (contrary to the look I had that day of a worn-out Red Sox hat, scruffy beard, sunglasses hooked on my shirt and dirty shirt from stocking)
SC: I want this stuff on WIC. She *pointing at cashier* won't ring it up.
Me: Well, it is because the state of Illinois doesn't allow those items on WIC.
SC: But I buy it here all the time. Why the f--- won't you do it now?
Me: Well, if it did get rang up last time, it shouldn't have. I know we have been training some new cashiers within the last month and some errors might have happened, but, it says right on this list *points to WIC list* that we cannot do it.
SC: I f------ want it rang up. Why the f--- won't you ring it up?
Me: Because it is not allowed. And please, stop swearing.
SC: I will f------ swear if I want. Ring my s--- up now.
Me: No, I will not. And you will calm down, or you will leave right now.
SC: I ain't leaving until you f------ ring my f------ s--- up. F---!
Me: Ok, leave. We're done.
SC: We're not done, right my f------ stuff up.
Me: No. Please leave.
SC: Fine, I'll go to Jewel.
Me: Ok, have a nice day (while maintaining my composure)
SC: You know what, I'm not leaving. Ring the f------ stuff up, now.
Me: Ma'am, you will either leave by your own will, or one of the ladies at the service desk WILL call the Bloomington Police Department and THEY will help you out of here.
SC: Fine. I'll f------ leave. *sets an ink pen down on the counter*
Me: Ok, have a nice day *picks up the pen*
SC: *grabs pen and throws it at me, it bounces off my chest*
ME: Get out. *walks around the end of the checkstand towards the lady to point the way to the door and to make sure she doesn't damage anything on the way out(
Let's just say there were a bunch of wide-eyed people in the store that day as they got to see a "manager" not take no for an answer and throw a person out of the store. The day got better though, when I walked back downstairs from the main office after calming down, one of the office clerks said "Who's the MOD, the district manager is here for a store walk" Wonderful, the store is torn up and I'm ready to highjack the liquor department.
Let's just say, also, that was the last Sunday I worked 830a-5p. The manager who put me in temporary command came in while I was still there and I informed him of the situation that occured in a profanity-laden venting of the day (and I NEVER swore in front of that manager).
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