HOW I HATE THOSE DAMN THINGS!
Location: Lowe's Paint Department, Central Florida, USA.
Time: Friday afternoon, about 3:30 p.m. EST (Don't ask me to do GMT)
Situation: Me, alone, surrounded by about 15 customers.
--->Side note: I just broke my chair while leaning back! Dammit. <---
The paint desk is octagon shaped. I am in full view of every customer, unless I am ducking down behind one of the machines. When standing, everyone can see me, and I can see everyone nearby, because I am so tall. The customer assistance button (Now known as CAB) is smack dab in the middle of the front counter. Nice and shiny red so it's very noticable.
Anywho, I am mixing up 5 gallons of paint for a customer, and I have about 6 other orders in queue, leaving probably 3 more that I told that I would be with as soon as I could. I know what customers are there.
I finish the 5 gallon job and start the next one. I have to leave the paint desk and retrieve the paint from the aisle, which is directly behind me. It's at the very end of the aisle, so I will be gone for about 30 seconds. Just as I put my hand on the paint bucket, I hear the "Dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK."
Me: mumblemumble.. muthfukkers.. I hate you all.. mumblemumble.
I come back up and see a new person standing directly in front of the paint desk. I walk up to the CAB to turn it off, and before I can tell her that I will be with her as soon as I can, she pipes in with "I've been waiting FOREVER! I need you to match this for me." She throws down a very dirty, very old FABRIC sample.
Me: "I'll be with you as soon as I can. I have about 10 other customers in front of you."
SC: "But it will only take a minute! I NEEEEEEED this right now!"
Me: "Sorry, but it will take a few minutes."
I go back to my paint orders. I'm running back and forth between the two paint machines, the sample machine, getting paint, and waiting for the mixers to finish so I can take them out and put more paint in to get shaken.
When I get a 30 second break, I go to the next in line and ask what they need, then run back to put their order next on the line and take out what has finished.
I bend down to take out a shaken gallon and.. "dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK." I look up and guess what? There she is, big grin on her face, finger on the button. I walk up the CAB to turn it off, and she says:
SC: "Good. Now that I have your attention, I need paint matched to this fabric." She again throws the fabric sample down, and I just look at it.
Me: "Ma'am, there are (me counting) four customers in front of you. I know what you need, and it will take some time. After I am done with the people that were here before you, I will be *happy* to try to match your sample."
She gets the cat-butt face, and I turn around to finish what I can. I don't get 5 steps away when, yup, you guessed it: "Dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK." I turn around and give her the biggest face I can. And she's got that shit-eating grin again.
I turn around again and finish the jobs before me. And I let that CAB keep going. I don't go up there to turn it off. And I can see her pressing that damn button some more! The other customers around me are telling her to "chill out, quit being such a bitch, he's doing fine, he's the only one here" etc.
So I make extra sure that all the paint for the other customers are formulated exactly. I double check the tints, I repeat the other customers needs to them very slowly, and walk slowly back to the paint machine. Meanwhile, her finger seems to have become glued to the CAB. Not that it will do any good; once pressed, pressing it again won't make it go faster or louder or whatever she hoped would happen.
Finally, the rush is over with. All customers but her are taken care of. I walk up to her, finally turning off the damn CAB. You should have seen how many cashiers kept looking over to see what was up.
SC: "You deliberately ignored me! All I needed was for you to match this fabric!"
Me: "Yes, I did. I admit it, I ignored you, AFTER you pressed the CAB for the third time when I was standing not 10 feet away from you, and AFTER I told you that I had to take care of the customers before you."
SC: "But it would have taken a minute or two. You could have done this before you started another customer's order."
Me: "No, it wouldn't. And that wouldn't be fair to the people that were here before you. Now, as for matching that fabric, I can try, but I can't guarantee the right color."
SC: "Why? Don't you know how to do your job?"
Me: (thinking: bitch!) "Yes, I know how to do my job, and I do it extremely well. That fabric sample is very dirty. It's also old, by the looks of it, so the colors are probably faded. I can try to match it, but again, I cannot guarantee the results."
SC: "Fine. Just go ahead and do it."
I take the fabric over the the work table and spray it down with windex. And I mean, I drowned it. Then I rubbed it together on itself, taking my time. Then I got the hair dryer out and dried it, again taking my time. When it was finally dry, I went over to the color match machine. And took my time. I was beginning to enjoy this! The machine, however, couldn't read the sample. It was too worn out. So I go up to her and break the news.
Me: "Well, I tried, but the computer was unable to read it. It's just too worn out and faded to get the color."
SC: "What?! You're kidding me! I must have that color!"
Me: "Sorry, but I tried everything. I re-adjusted the wheelygig, turning it widdershins. I even adjusted the dihydrogen monoxide levels to see if it would take a better reading. You'll probably have to take this and physically match it to this color wheel, or any of those color samples on the wall."
SC: (Cat butt face again) "Fine. I'll just do that!"
And she walks away, not to be seen by me again (at least for that day).
Sorry, again, this was so long. I wish I had shorter SC stories for y'all.
Location: Lowe's Paint Department, Central Florida, USA.
Time: Friday afternoon, about 3:30 p.m. EST (Don't ask me to do GMT)
Situation: Me, alone, surrounded by about 15 customers.
--->Side note: I just broke my chair while leaning back! Dammit. <---
The paint desk is octagon shaped. I am in full view of every customer, unless I am ducking down behind one of the machines. When standing, everyone can see me, and I can see everyone nearby, because I am so tall. The customer assistance button (Now known as CAB) is smack dab in the middle of the front counter. Nice and shiny red so it's very noticable.
Anywho, I am mixing up 5 gallons of paint for a customer, and I have about 6 other orders in queue, leaving probably 3 more that I told that I would be with as soon as I could. I know what customers are there.
I finish the 5 gallon job and start the next one. I have to leave the paint desk and retrieve the paint from the aisle, which is directly behind me. It's at the very end of the aisle, so I will be gone for about 30 seconds. Just as I put my hand on the paint bucket, I hear the "Dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK."
Me: mumblemumble.. muthfukkers.. I hate you all.. mumblemumble.
I come back up and see a new person standing directly in front of the paint desk. I walk up to the CAB to turn it off, and before I can tell her that I will be with her as soon as I can, she pipes in with "I've been waiting FOREVER! I need you to match this for me." She throws down a very dirty, very old FABRIC sample.
Me: "I'll be with you as soon as I can. I have about 10 other customers in front of you."
SC: "But it will only take a minute! I NEEEEEEED this right now!"
Me: "Sorry, but it will take a few minutes."
I go back to my paint orders. I'm running back and forth between the two paint machines, the sample machine, getting paint, and waiting for the mixers to finish so I can take them out and put more paint in to get shaken.
When I get a 30 second break, I go to the next in line and ask what they need, then run back to put their order next on the line and take out what has finished.
I bend down to take out a shaken gallon and.. "dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK." I look up and guess what? There she is, big grin on her face, finger on the button. I walk up the CAB to turn it off, and she says:
SC: "Good. Now that I have your attention, I need paint matched to this fabric." She again throws the fabric sample down, and I just look at it.
Me: "Ma'am, there are (me counting) four customers in front of you. I know what you need, and it will take some time. After I am done with the people that were here before you, I will be *happy* to try to match your sample."
She gets the cat-butt face, and I turn around to finish what I can. I don't get 5 steps away when, yup, you guessed it: "Dun DUN! Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK. Customer needs assistance at the PAINT DESK." I turn around and give her the biggest face I can. And she's got that shit-eating grin again.
I turn around again and finish the jobs before me. And I let that CAB keep going. I don't go up there to turn it off. And I can see her pressing that damn button some more! The other customers around me are telling her to "chill out, quit being such a bitch, he's doing fine, he's the only one here" etc.
So I make extra sure that all the paint for the other customers are formulated exactly. I double check the tints, I repeat the other customers needs to them very slowly, and walk slowly back to the paint machine. Meanwhile, her finger seems to have become glued to the CAB. Not that it will do any good; once pressed, pressing it again won't make it go faster or louder or whatever she hoped would happen.
Finally, the rush is over with. All customers but her are taken care of. I walk up to her, finally turning off the damn CAB. You should have seen how many cashiers kept looking over to see what was up.
SC: "You deliberately ignored me! All I needed was for you to match this fabric!"
Me: "Yes, I did. I admit it, I ignored you, AFTER you pressed the CAB for the third time when I was standing not 10 feet away from you, and AFTER I told you that I had to take care of the customers before you."
SC: "But it would have taken a minute or two. You could have done this before you started another customer's order."
Me: "No, it wouldn't. And that wouldn't be fair to the people that were here before you. Now, as for matching that fabric, I can try, but I can't guarantee the right color."
SC: "Why? Don't you know how to do your job?"
Me: (thinking: bitch!) "Yes, I know how to do my job, and I do it extremely well. That fabric sample is very dirty. It's also old, by the looks of it, so the colors are probably faded. I can try to match it, but again, I cannot guarantee the results."
SC: "Fine. Just go ahead and do it."
I take the fabric over the the work table and spray it down with windex. And I mean, I drowned it. Then I rubbed it together on itself, taking my time. Then I got the hair dryer out and dried it, again taking my time. When it was finally dry, I went over to the color match machine. And took my time. I was beginning to enjoy this! The machine, however, couldn't read the sample. It was too worn out. So I go up to her and break the news.
Me: "Well, I tried, but the computer was unable to read it. It's just too worn out and faded to get the color."
SC: "What?! You're kidding me! I must have that color!"
Me: "Sorry, but I tried everything. I re-adjusted the wheelygig, turning it widdershins. I even adjusted the dihydrogen monoxide levels to see if it would take a better reading. You'll probably have to take this and physically match it to this color wheel, or any of those color samples on the wall."
SC: (Cat butt face again) "Fine. I'll just do that!"
And she walks away, not to be seen by me again (at least for that day).
Sorry, again, this was so long. I wish I had shorter SC stories for y'all.
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