I got called in on my day off to work at the paint desk. I wasn't there more than an hour when I had this guy. He wasn't rude, he didn't yell, but he sucked just the same.
5G - 5-gallon paint guy
5G came in with a quarter-sized sample of paint he wanted to match. The paint was on the back side of a piece of printed paper, and it was soggy because it was raining. Plus it was kinda dirty. I told 5G I wouldn't be able to get an accurate match because of the paper it was on, it would read the ink through the paper. But he wanted me to try it anyway. OK, fine. I already know what's going to happen. I'm going to mix it, it won't be the color he wants, and I'll be stuck with a $100 can of useless paint.
I color match it and (of course) he wants the base that we're out of on the floor. I check the system and it says we have 20 of them in stock. Where, I have no idea. So we check in receiving and after some searching, we find it buried waaaaaay in the back. It was special ordered for a customer and they never took it. But it's buried behind 3 full rolls of carpeting. So now we have to find the flooring guy to come move his carpets so we can get in there with the pallet jack. FINALLY, after about a half hour, we get the pallet out onto the floor and take one off to mix this guys paint that he won't end up buying anyway. All the time he's waiting patiently, not complaining in the least about the wait. I mix the paint and sure enough, it comes out light gray, instead of the color he wanted (a beige). SURPRISE! he doesn't want it. He says, "The <insert store name here> in next-town-over said they can do it, I'll just go there instead," and leaves.
Their machine is exactly the same as ours, why he thinks they'll be able to match it when we couldn't is beyond me.
A little while later my CW remembers that she's had this guy come in before and did the exact same thing to her. We start thinking that maybe in a day or two he's going to show up again and want the paint, and at that point it'll be on the markdown rack for $15 instead of $100. So we changed the color. It's now a very pretty teal green.
If he had just LISTENED when I told him we couldn't do it, none of that would ever have happened. But I couldn't refuse to do it because of the idiotic new rules we have in the company that we can't tell a customer no. They are even going to start issuing returns to customers for products not even bought from us. So if you've got some useless junk at home, bring it on in and tell us how much you want for it. I didn't realize I worked for a pawn shop.
And now, here I sit, on my day off (after being coerced into staying late to close in rentals), halfway through hour number 10 of 13. I work for idiots.
5G - 5-gallon paint guy
5G came in with a quarter-sized sample of paint he wanted to match. The paint was on the back side of a piece of printed paper, and it was soggy because it was raining. Plus it was kinda dirty. I told 5G I wouldn't be able to get an accurate match because of the paper it was on, it would read the ink through the paper. But he wanted me to try it anyway. OK, fine. I already know what's going to happen. I'm going to mix it, it won't be the color he wants, and I'll be stuck with a $100 can of useless paint.
I color match it and (of course) he wants the base that we're out of on the floor. I check the system and it says we have 20 of them in stock. Where, I have no idea. So we check in receiving and after some searching, we find it buried waaaaaay in the back. It was special ordered for a customer and they never took it. But it's buried behind 3 full rolls of carpeting. So now we have to find the flooring guy to come move his carpets so we can get in there with the pallet jack. FINALLY, after about a half hour, we get the pallet out onto the floor and take one off to mix this guys paint that he won't end up buying anyway. All the time he's waiting patiently, not complaining in the least about the wait. I mix the paint and sure enough, it comes out light gray, instead of the color he wanted (a beige). SURPRISE! he doesn't want it. He says, "The <insert store name here> in next-town-over said they can do it, I'll just go there instead," and leaves.
Their machine is exactly the same as ours, why he thinks they'll be able to match it when we couldn't is beyond me.
A little while later my CW remembers that she's had this guy come in before and did the exact same thing to her. We start thinking that maybe in a day or two he's going to show up again and want the paint, and at that point it'll be on the markdown rack for $15 instead of $100. So we changed the color. It's now a very pretty teal green.
If he had just LISTENED when I told him we couldn't do it, none of that would ever have happened. But I couldn't refuse to do it because of the idiotic new rules we have in the company that we can't tell a customer no. They are even going to start issuing returns to customers for products not even bought from us. So if you've got some useless junk at home, bring it on in and tell us how much you want for it. I didn't realize I worked for a pawn shop.
And now, here I sit, on my day off (after being coerced into staying late to close in rentals), halfway through hour number 10 of 13. I work for idiots.
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