O RLY? Then why are you doing such a great job of it?
So here I am, schlepping a cart full of bedroom furniture for a carryout, when this woman practically jumps in front of it, forcing me to try and stop it as best I can.
And she drags me over to the framed mass-produced art and has me scan just about every single item in there so she can figure out what ones are priced at $12.88, and which ones aren't, because she wants the ones at $12.88.
And then she wants me to show her where the mirrors are. I take her over to them.
Now she wants light bulbs. I look for somebody else to hand this leech over to, but can't find anybody because all the other floor people are busy with customers of their own (Thanks corporate for barely increasing staffing for day 2 of our biggest sale of the year.) I usher her over to the light bulbs. She has me scan a bunch of them for prices. And now the front end is paging me, wondering where I am with that damn bedroom furniture because the customer is getting a tad antsy.
And now she's pointing to some candy pictured in our ad flyer and wants to know where that is. I point her in the general direction. I know this is hideously bad customer service, at least it is by corporate's definition, but I have somebody waiting on that carryout for fuck's sake.
Finally, she seems satisfied, thanks me, and says "I don't mean to be a pest."
WHY COULDN'T YOU NOT MEAN TO BE A PEST WHEN YOU SAW ME CLEARLY BUSY PUSHING A CART OF FURNITURE TO THE FRONT!!
Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to think of the customer as an interruption or an annoyance. But when you're loaded down with 46 things that have to be done ZOMG NOW and you're working your little fanny off to get them done, it's kinda hard to deliver A-1 customer service.
So here I am, schlepping a cart full of bedroom furniture for a carryout, when this woman practically jumps in front of it, forcing me to try and stop it as best I can.
And she drags me over to the framed mass-produced art and has me scan just about every single item in there so she can figure out what ones are priced at $12.88, and which ones aren't, because she wants the ones at $12.88.
And then she wants me to show her where the mirrors are. I take her over to them.
Now she wants light bulbs. I look for somebody else to hand this leech over to, but can't find anybody because all the other floor people are busy with customers of their own (Thanks corporate for barely increasing staffing for day 2 of our biggest sale of the year.) I usher her over to the light bulbs. She has me scan a bunch of them for prices. And now the front end is paging me, wondering where I am with that damn bedroom furniture because the customer is getting a tad antsy.
And now she's pointing to some candy pictured in our ad flyer and wants to know where that is. I point her in the general direction. I know this is hideously bad customer service, at least it is by corporate's definition, but I have somebody waiting on that carryout for fuck's sake.
Finally, she seems satisfied, thanks me, and says "I don't mean to be a pest."

Yeah, I know I'm not supposed to think of the customer as an interruption or an annoyance. But when you're loaded down with 46 things that have to be done ZOMG NOW and you're working your little fanny off to get them done, it's kinda hard to deliver A-1 customer service.
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