I am so sick to death of being treated like crap. People are just so rude when they're shopping - I was heading towards the staff area today, and this woman steps out in front of me to look at a rack of clothes. And stops. And stands there in my way. Didn't say, 'Oh sorry, didn't see you there' and MOVE, didn't even acknowledge my prescence at all. Then I was out picking stock later, and I hear from behind me 'Where can I return this?!' Not, 'Hi, can you help me?', or 'Excuse me' or kiss your arse or nothing. Given that I don't wear a uniform or a nametag, asking whether I actually worked there might have been a good idea. 
I also help out in wedding services, since my department shares their space, and I helped these two ladies print off their copy of someone's wedding gift list. I left them to look through it and choose what they wanted whilst I did some stuff that I needed to do. The next thing I hear is 'Hello? Hello?!' I look up, and one of them is waving the f**king list at me and expecting me to leap up and wait on her. My coworker's expression was like this:
And of course, she wanted me to run out and get the items for her while she sat on her bum. I'm really glad that sofa in there is so bloody uncomfortable. 
Last, but never least - I was on menswear one day, and this woman asked if we had a particular shirt in medium (now, you weren't expecting her to ask me nicely, were you?) I explained that all we have is what's out on the shop floor, and apologised for not knowing that particular department very well, she comes back with 'Yes, I can see that'. I bit my tongue and explained about the service we run where you call a number and they'll try to get the item from another store, to which she replies 'Well, I'm a gold card holder!' They seem to think that having a gold card entitles them to be a bigger snob than everyone else. No, dimwit, it just entitles you to a bigger bill each month. Enjoy.
Still, Suicide Commando sooths my jangled nerves with 'F**k You Bitch'.

I also help out in wedding services, since my department shares their space, and I helped these two ladies print off their copy of someone's wedding gift list. I left them to look through it and choose what they wanted whilst I did some stuff that I needed to do. The next thing I hear is 'Hello? Hello?!' I look up, and one of them is waving the f**king list at me and expecting me to leap up and wait on her. My coworker's expression was like this:


Last, but never least - I was on menswear one day, and this woman asked if we had a particular shirt in medium (now, you weren't expecting her to ask me nicely, were you?) I explained that all we have is what's out on the shop floor, and apologised for not knowing that particular department very well, she comes back with 'Yes, I can see that'. I bit my tongue and explained about the service we run where you call a number and they'll try to get the item from another store, to which she replies 'Well, I'm a gold card holder!' They seem to think that having a gold card entitles them to be a bigger snob than everyone else. No, dimwit, it just entitles you to a bigger bill each month. Enjoy.
Still, Suicide Commando sooths my jangled nerves with 'F**k You Bitch'.

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