This first lady wasn't sucky, but lord it was a headache. She came in to pay $20 of petrol, but also wanted to pay $5 that was apparently owed to us, because her son had taken $5 worth of petrol but not paid for it. She had no receipt or documentation, no idea of when it happened, and couldn't come back tomorrow when the Assistant Manager would be here. She didn't know whether he'd done an Unable to Pay or a Drive-Off - the two have different forms to be filled out. I searched but couldn't find any evidence of a $5 UTP or Drive-Off, and didn't know what the hell to do. She was pretty sure her son had paid it already, but wanted to make doubly sure, and wasn't worried about getting the money back if he had. In the end I convinced her to leave her details so that hopefully the AM can sort it out.
Whilst writing up this little incident, I came across a notation in our incident report book that made me giggle. I work in the richest area of town, and many of our customers are self-important anuses who look down on everyone who works there - just for the record, I'm studying Psychology, planning to do my Masters Degree in Forensic Psychology, and the majority of the workers are also at University. We're not idiots. But this particular rich person had driven over a nail, which had punctured his tyre. Fine. There is atleast one tyre chain in this city which offers free puncture repairs. But he couldn't possibly do that. He examined the nail and apparently found "no evidence of road wear". He therefore decided that the nail must have been lurking on our forecourt, lying in wait for him, and since he, and I quote, "spends around $10,000 per annum at your site", he assumed immediately that the company would cover the cost of repairs. He even kept the nail for evidence purposes. I can't wait to get back to work and ask someone what happened in that particular case.
On another occasion, I was filling two gas bottles for a customer who had been very chatty and friendly. I filled his first bottle but found that the second bottle was leaking. "That's fine, just put a little bit in, it'll be ok."
"I'm sorry sir, I can't put any gas into this bottle, it's a safety hazard to both myself and you." At this he went NATO, screaming abuse, how dare I refuse to fill his bottle, I should be (expletive) glad I'm not working for him, I'm useless, etc, etc. I wasn't used to taking abuse like this, particularly not from a customer who had been so polite, so I went out back and
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Tonight was fun. Cold as a witch's breast, and 5 minutes before I'm meant to leave a woman comes in and asks for petrol. The guy doing graveyard offers to do it but I was happy to, thinking it would only take a minute or two and then I could go. Not quite. Apparently our petrol was on the go-slow tonight, probably a problem with the pumping mechanism. It took me 15 minutes standing in the cold to put 45 litres in the woman's tank - it should've taken 5 at the most. She didn't care of course, she was standing in the warm ignoring the fact that it was taking so long and it was freezing. In revenge, I ignored the fact that for some reason the nozzle hadn't clicked off, and had spilled a good 2 or 3 litres on the ground - at around $1.85 per litre. Oops
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I know I've got a ton more, but I think that's enough for my first post. Enjoy
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Whilst writing up this little incident, I came across a notation in our incident report book that made me giggle. I work in the richest area of town, and many of our customers are self-important anuses who look down on everyone who works there - just for the record, I'm studying Psychology, planning to do my Masters Degree in Forensic Psychology, and the majority of the workers are also at University. We're not idiots. But this particular rich person had driven over a nail, which had punctured his tyre. Fine. There is atleast one tyre chain in this city which offers free puncture repairs. But he couldn't possibly do that. He examined the nail and apparently found "no evidence of road wear". He therefore decided that the nail must have been lurking on our forecourt, lying in wait for him, and since he, and I quote, "spends around $10,000 per annum at your site", he assumed immediately that the company would cover the cost of repairs. He even kept the nail for evidence purposes. I can't wait to get back to work and ask someone what happened in that particular case.
On another occasion, I was filling two gas bottles for a customer who had been very chatty and friendly. I filled his first bottle but found that the second bottle was leaking. "That's fine, just put a little bit in, it'll be ok."


Tonight was fun. Cold as a witch's breast, and 5 minutes before I'm meant to leave a woman comes in and asks for petrol. The guy doing graveyard offers to do it but I was happy to, thinking it would only take a minute or two and then I could go. Not quite. Apparently our petrol was on the go-slow tonight, probably a problem with the pumping mechanism. It took me 15 minutes standing in the cold to put 45 litres in the woman's tank - it should've taken 5 at the most. She didn't care of course, she was standing in the warm ignoring the fact that it was taking so long and it was freezing. In revenge, I ignored the fact that for some reason the nozzle hadn't clicked off, and had spilled a good 2 or 3 litres on the ground - at around $1.85 per litre. Oops

I know I've got a ton more, but I think that's enough for my first post. Enjoy

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