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...Then he tried to kiss me next time he came in. I was putting security cases on the CDs. He had walked into the department, come up behind me, hugged me tight and planted a big wet smooch on my face. I pushed him away and he asked is that anyway to treat a customer. I refused to help him. He called the SM, and complained about me!
She was a bitch. She actually told me she'd write me up if I didn't help him. The next week, he came in all smiles. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over and listen to all his Jazz albums b/c his wife wasn't going to be there.
I ran out of the department. I talked to another co-worker and she freaked and told me to call HR. (I was 18, had no idea there were people you could go above to for help.) Suddenly, the other managers treated me with respect, and that customer wasn't allowed to shop in the store when I was working.
I was also promoted a couple months later.
Good lord that is disgusting. I've posted in another thread about how companies are in complete never-never land when it comes to employee safety.
I think the worst was this guy that would buy hundreds of dollars of CDs at Borders. I was 18, my first job. I led a pretty sheltered life as far as meeting with the general public.
First he was nice, and was completely dumbfounded that I knew so very much about Jazz, Classics, & namely Big Band. Soon he would only shop when I was there. I would be called away from break to help him b/c he didn't want anyone else. Then he'd start calling the store just to talk to me. Then when he'd come in, he'd want to give me a hug.
I had made casual complaints to my manager at the time and was told to deal with it b/c he spends a lot of money. "He's harmless". "Stop being a drama queen." So I dealt with it.
Then he tried to kiss me next time he came in. I was putting security cases on the CDs. He had walked into the department, come up behind me, hugged me tight and planted a big wet smooch on my face. I pushed him away and he asked is that anyway to treat a customer. I refused to help him. He called the SM, and complained about me!
She was a bitch. She actually told me she'd write me up if I didn't help him. The next week, he came in all smiles. Then he asked me if I wanted to come over and listen to all his Jazz albums b/c his wife wasn't going to be there.
I ran out of the department. I talked to another co-worker and she freaked and told me to call HR. (I was 18, had no idea there were people you could go above to for help.) Suddenly, the other managers treated me with respect, and that customer wasn't allowed to shop in the store when I was working.
I was also promoted a couple months later.
Well, at least that ended well. Otherwise, you'd have had a hell of a good "hostile work environment" case.
Customers who spend a lot of money should not be allowed to have their way with the employees.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.
"I never said I wasn't a horrible person."--Me, almost daily
I don't freaking believe this! Here I am, 38 years old, married (with a very obvious wedding ring), no longer young, slender and cute...and I'm STILL getting hit on by gross old men!
I was at Trader Joes getting a few things, waiting in line. Skeezy old guy comes up to me and asks, "Are you in line?"
me: Yes, I am. (points to groceries)
SOG: Oh, I thought you were waiting for me!
me: (stony expression) NO.
I turned my back on him and moved forward in line, as the cashier was ringing me out. He stood way too close to me. First, he told the cashier that I was paying for his things. I laughed very sharply and sarcastically (I mean, there was no mistaking it for a flirtatious giggle) and again reiterated a stony-faced "NO." Then after I run my credit card, he holds a twenty out to the cashier and offers to pay for my groceries! I am getting really annoyed by this point, and the credit card machine is taking its time processing my order. The cashier says, "It'll be ready in a minute," to which I reply, "Thank God!" The transaction only took a few minutes, but it seemed forever.
I'm sure this guy doesn't sound too bad to those who are reading the story, but the creepiness was just exuding from this guy like stink from sewage, and he would not get out of my personal space! And I don't know how to tell these jerks to leave me alone without coming off as Madam Uber-Bitch to everyone else in the vicinity.
I admit i sometimes dont think that things like 'your hair is very pretty' and stuff to be offensive... I mean, if i see a kid with a great do, I would tell them that.
I had two guys last night. They were nice... didnt swear too often but I think they were a bit drunk. I admit I'm a pretty girl (I have had three guys want to marry me - i'm close friends with two). IT was three card poker and they found out my ancestors were scottish. (how, I dont know). So they started making bad accents and scot jokes.
Then one guy had a drink. I forget the name, but it had a cherry in it. Earlier on in the conversation before it went downhil I jokingly remarked how I loved those cherries.
Later on, he had pourred his new drink into his old drink and I joked how he was going to end up with a cupfull of cherries and ice.
He asked me then if he could give me one, and I said no. Then he asked if he could feed me one.
Several times. Grrr. Even saying 'lightheartedly' that I'd endup chewing his fingers off he didnt back down. I really need to stop being brave at times. But at the table just before that a nice guy and I were joking and I just fired one after the other at him and he loved it, so...
I was so glad when I left that table. Real creeps and I think I should've asked them to stop. They were maybe in their 20s or so too, so not old men, but they weren't men at all honestly.
HOW it is said is the key in so many things in life.
That is why I can get away with saying stuff that would get many, if not most, people fired. Things like "Get the hell out of my bar," "Shut the fuck up!", "Sit down and shut up," "Don't make me punish you," "SILENCE!", etc., etc. And yes, I have said all of these things to customers in my various food establishment jobs. I have literally seen some people get in trouble or have others get offended for saying something, then I say almost the identical thing, and people laugh. It really IS all in the way it is said. I do so LOVE being a smartass!
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
Once a younger man sidled up to me and mentioned that he'd forgotton to put on underwear this morning, would that be a problem if he wanted to try on pants?
My manager hustled me outta there fast - in the years we worked together, the only time he reacted appropriately.
He came back later to explain that this particular customer had suffered a head injury some years ago, and often said inappropriate things.
I was putting discounted merchandise onto the discount table today from a cart, and an older (to me...probably late 50's - sorry!) Australian guy comes up and looks in the cart.
Me: Hi! If you see anything you want, go ahead and grab it"
Him: No, I'd probably get smacked
Me: No you wouldn't
Him: That just flew way over your head darling.
Me: *thinks for a few seconds, then makes this horrible face*
I realized he was talking about ME!! He wanted to grab me! Ugh...I wish they'd leave me alone. What's kinda amusing at times though is that I get asked several times a week if I graduate high school this year. I'm 21 and will have a bachelor's degree in December. However, all the old guys hit on me. Gotta love the paradoxical nature of life sometimes...
Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.
Me: Hi! If you see anything you want, go ahead and grab it"
Him: No, I'd probably get smacked
well, you did tell him "see anything you want, go ahead and grab it". I'm sorry, if any woman said that to any hetrosexual male. The only thing he's going to see is the woman
I've lost my mind ages ago. If you find it, please hide it.
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