Okay, so here are my first sharings of the joys of Ross.
We're an hour and a half from closing, my department is a mess, and my manager keeps egging me on to, "Go faster." Nice, thanks, sure will. Anyway, I'm not doing too badly, and the customers are being pretty nice. This allows me the false hope that working customer service isn't too bad. Boy was I wrong.
My next customer works at one of the shops in our strip mall (won't say which one, except it's a PET COmpany), and I proceed to ring up her purchase. As I'm bagging her clothes, she swipes her card. I don't mind, usually, except it's a hassle sometimes when I have to ID for credit cards (policy is we need valid photo ID). I total out her transaction and ask, "Credit or debit?" She tells me it's credit and I ask to see her card. Without looking up from the card reader, she explains, "I don't have it."
Great, I can see where this is going already. I tell her I need to see one and she ignores me, signing her name instead and hitting the 'ok' button, then stands there waiting for me to ring her out.
me=hobbs
sc=hope she gets fired
SM=my (somewhat) awesome store manager
me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I need to see your ID.
sc: I told you, I don't have it.
me: Sorry, but I can't approve it without a valid picture ID.
sc: Well, this is the first time I've heard it; they've taken it before. (don't they all say that?)
me: At this store, or another, cuz they weren't supposed to...it's policy to see your ID.
sc: But is says it's approved on the screen.
me: (you work in a store and don't know simple things like this?) Yes, the card system approved it, but I need to approve it on the register, and for that I need to see ID.
sc: Well, they'e taken it before... (grr...and what did I say about this?)
This goes in a circle for about thirty seconds before she asks for a manager. Luckily, the Store Manager is there and I flag her over.
me: SM, could you come over here please?
SM: (walks over) What's wrong?
me: She doesn't have ID and is using a credit card.
SM: Ma'am, we need to see photo ID for credit purchases.
sc: But it's already been approved.
SM: (to me) It's approved?
me: No, the card reader approved it, I haven't approved it yet. (I hadn't even pressed the [credit/debit] button at this point).
SM: (presses button, screen comes up, displaying E-signature). Hrm...and you don't have ID?
sc: No, but they've always taken it. (But WE DON'T)
SM: explains policy one more time.
sc: (pulls out credit card and debit card) See? This is the credit card I used, and this is the debit card on the same account. (WTF?! give us the debit and we don't need to go through this bs!)
SM: sorry, but we need to have a valid ID. (sc hems and haws, SM stands her ground) Well, if you're not gonna show me an ID, I'm gonna void out this purchase (voids it w/o waiting for a response)
sc: (as she walks out) Well, me and my family shop here all the time and we're never coming here again!! (leaves)
me: (Good, and if you do come back, remember your ID)
So, the next story is shorter. Only one or two customers after Pet-Girl, I call a nice nurse-lady to my register (at the store, CS is two registers standing parallel, but there is only one line). The other CS clerk sees a man skip past the line and try and get behind my customer (ie. cutting in line) and tells him the line begins five customers back.
sc2:But these are two lanes.
CW: No, sir, this is all one line.
sc2: but he (points at me) called her over (referring to Nurse-lady)
me: That's because she was next in line, sir.
sc2 gets in a huff and marches to the back of the line, and begins muttering to his wife/ gf/sancha about me.
me: (to the nurse) How'd I get two in a row? Did all of them come out at once or something?
sc2: What did you say? (crap, he heard me)
Nurse-lady: He was talking to me, sir.
sc2: (continues to mutter and curse.)
I silently thank the Nurse-lady for saving my hide, and he mutters all the way to my register.
And that was a good night...
We're an hour and a half from closing, my department is a mess, and my manager keeps egging me on to, "Go faster." Nice, thanks, sure will. Anyway, I'm not doing too badly, and the customers are being pretty nice. This allows me the false hope that working customer service isn't too bad. Boy was I wrong.
My next customer works at one of the shops in our strip mall (won't say which one, except it's a PET COmpany), and I proceed to ring up her purchase. As I'm bagging her clothes, she swipes her card. I don't mind, usually, except it's a hassle sometimes when I have to ID for credit cards (policy is we need valid photo ID). I total out her transaction and ask, "Credit or debit?" She tells me it's credit and I ask to see her card. Without looking up from the card reader, she explains, "I don't have it."

me=hobbs
sc=hope she gets fired
SM=my (somewhat) awesome store manager
me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I need to see your ID.

sc: I told you, I don't have it.
me: Sorry, but I can't approve it without a valid picture ID.
sc: Well, this is the first time I've heard it; they've taken it before. (don't they all say that?)
me: At this store, or another, cuz they weren't supposed to...it's policy to see your ID.
sc: But is says it's approved on the screen.
me: (you work in a store and don't know simple things like this?) Yes, the card system approved it, but I need to approve it on the register, and for that I need to see ID.
sc: Well, they'e taken it before... (grr...and what did I say about this?)
This goes in a circle for about thirty seconds before she asks for a manager. Luckily, the Store Manager is there and I flag her over.
me: SM, could you come over here please?
SM: (walks over) What's wrong?
me: She doesn't have ID and is using a credit card.
SM: Ma'am, we need to see photo ID for credit purchases.
sc: But it's already been approved.
SM: (to me) It's approved?
me: No, the card reader approved it, I haven't approved it yet. (I hadn't even pressed the [credit/debit] button at this point).
SM: (presses button, screen comes up, displaying E-signature). Hrm...and you don't have ID?
sc: No, but they've always taken it. (But WE DON'T)
SM: explains policy one more time.
sc: (pulls out credit card and debit card) See? This is the credit card I used, and this is the debit card on the same account. (WTF?! give us the debit and we don't need to go through this bs!)
SM: sorry, but we need to have a valid ID. (sc hems and haws, SM stands her ground) Well, if you're not gonna show me an ID, I'm gonna void out this purchase (voids it w/o waiting for a response)
sc: (as she walks out) Well, me and my family shop here all the time and we're never coming here again!! (leaves)
me: (Good, and if you do come back, remember your ID)
So, the next story is shorter. Only one or two customers after Pet-Girl, I call a nice nurse-lady to my register (at the store, CS is two registers standing parallel, but there is only one line). The other CS clerk sees a man skip past the line and try and get behind my customer (ie. cutting in line) and tells him the line begins five customers back.
sc2:But these are two lanes.
CW: No, sir, this is all one line.
sc2: but he (points at me) called her over (referring to Nurse-lady)
me: That's because she was next in line, sir.
sc2 gets in a huff and marches to the back of the line, and begins muttering to his wife/ gf/sancha about me.
me: (to the nurse) How'd I get two in a row? Did all of them come out at once or something?
sc2: What did you say? (crap, he heard me)
Nurse-lady: He was talking to me, sir.
sc2: (continues to mutter and curse.)
I silently thank the Nurse-lady for saving my hide, and he mutters all the way to my register.
And that was a good night...

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