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So I'm helping out with the county summer band camp, just a volunteer thing. There was an emergency at work, they had to call in three people and only 10 of us work there, so I had to go in. I texted my friend, said emergency at work, take my sectional please, tell them no piccolo (all they want to do is play piccolo, not practice their music) and don't be afraid of the oboes (there're 8 of them). Apparently the other directors came up with these elaborate stories of what kind of emergencies there really could be at a fabric shop. Did someone get strangled by an errant bolt of fabric? Did someone slip in water leaking from our crappy soda machine? Maybe a cat got into the yarn section.
Write your best guess here! I'll be back later to post what happened (don't worry, there were no serious injuries in the making of this post)
And now for some sucky customers.
took a tally of how many people said "they're all different" when using the credit card machine: 37
It's annoying when people leave their fabric out, it's even more annoying when they leave it right on top of the shelf where it goes!
SC: oh my, I didn't realize this fabric was so wrinkled. Such terrible care here. Oh my, that's horrible. (as if it's my fault)
Me: It'll iron right out
SC: I don't want to iron, cut the wrinkled part off.
Me: Ma'am, I'm not wasting a yard of fabric for a 1/4 yard sale, nor am I cutting one fabric multiple times.
SC: It's your job, I'm the customer!
Me: My job is to cut your fabric and check you out, not to make your life easier.
SC: Why is it so wrinkled? I can't believe you're selling a damaged product.
Me: It is not damaged. This is leftover Christmas fabric, it's been sitting for a while.
SC: I should get a discount.
Me: It's already 75% off.
SC: You're no help. Tell me, what am I supposed to do? You won't do your job, you won't give me my fabric.
Me: When did I say that?
SC: Just do what I want or I'm gone.
Me: Have a nice day.
SC: Fine! Just cut the damn fabric.
Me: Right away. The total is $.20 (I'm not going to cut off fabric unless it's stained or ripped. My fingers hurt and I'm not even supposed to be on cutting counter because of them. If she had been nice I would have helped.)
Why don't you ring the bell. It's nice and shiney. It rings a perfectly in tune Bb. It's tune will reach me even in the darkest depths of the store. I know you see it. You're staring right at it, as if the bell will shit out magical fairy creatures who will find me and let me know there's a customer at the register. I know you see it when you come and find me and ask "should I ring the bell." I know you see it. Stop being lazy, I don't have magical vision that can see the counter through a portal in the bell. Ring.the.bell. I don't put it right on the counter with a please ring me sign for fun!
The phone rang, I went to pick it up. Crazy SC lady comes racing up to the register screaming at me like I'm about to steal her child.
SC: Don't you dare answer that phone before you help me.
Me: What do you need.
SC proceeds to rant about how terrible customer service is. What's terrible is that there's some poor customer on the phone who was technically first. The phone stops ringing. The lady asks a question about where the buttons are. Um, right behind you? I don't answer her.
SC: Well?
Me...
SC: Are you deaf!
Me...
SC: What's wrong with you?
Me: That's probably how the person on the phone felt.
SC: hskjhjdfhdkjsdk, where are the buttons!
The phone rings again. I point to the buttons and then pick up the phone. SC turns around to ask another question, freaks out because I'm on the phone.
SC: Excuse me!
Me: One moment, please hold.
SC: That's more like it.
Me: I wasn't talking to him.
This guy wants 5 bolts of 4th of July fabric. That's almost 60 yards of fabric I need to count out and reroll, it's going to take time.
SC: (sees me rolling up the fabric, I'm not going to be able to get in on there perfectly the way the machine did.) Why does it look so sloppy.
Me: Well, this is a lot of fabric and a very small counter, I don't have the space necessary to roll it up perfectly. The fabric was put on there by a machine. (I'm not a machine)
SC: (as I'm starting on the 3rd bolt) Can't you go faster?
Me: I'm going as fast as I can, I wouldn't want to miscount it and overcharge you (wtf, you see me working. I'm the fastest one there. Stop complaining that it takes to long.)
SC: I just have to be somewhere soon.
Me: (Then you shouldn't have come over here to buy 60 yards of fabric. Please see the answer to question 1. I'm not a machine)
SC: Why do you have to keep checking that paper? (referring to our inches to decimal chart. I know all of the main ones, 1/8,1/4,1/3,1/2,2/3,3/4, just don't expect me to be able to pull some random number out of my ass. Please refer back to questions 1 and 2, I am not a machine.)
SC: Do you have any more of this fabric at the other store?
Me: I can look it up for you, one moment.
SC: Oh, I don't have time for that.
Me: (argh! I don't know all the patterns we have here, how am I supposed to know their stock!? Refer back to the answer for question's 1,2,3! You know what goes here.)
Some of these things wouldn't usually annoy me, but I was supposed to be molding young children's minds in the way of all things musical. Instead I was stuck at work. I know I could have said I wasn't available, but who am I to turn down a chance to make some money and be abused by customers. So, remember to leave your best guesses! I shall return later to post what really happened.
Write your best guess here! I'll be back later to post what happened (don't worry, there were no serious injuries in the making of this post)
And now for some sucky customers.
took a tally of how many people said "they're all different" when using the credit card machine: 37
It's annoying when people leave their fabric out, it's even more annoying when they leave it right on top of the shelf where it goes!
SC: oh my, I didn't realize this fabric was so wrinkled. Such terrible care here. Oh my, that's horrible. (as if it's my fault)
Me: It'll iron right out
SC: I don't want to iron, cut the wrinkled part off.
Me: Ma'am, I'm not wasting a yard of fabric for a 1/4 yard sale, nor am I cutting one fabric multiple times.
SC: It's your job, I'm the customer!
Me: My job is to cut your fabric and check you out, not to make your life easier.
SC: Why is it so wrinkled? I can't believe you're selling a damaged product.
Me: It is not damaged. This is leftover Christmas fabric, it's been sitting for a while.
SC: I should get a discount.
Me: It's already 75% off.
SC: You're no help. Tell me, what am I supposed to do? You won't do your job, you won't give me my fabric.
Me: When did I say that?
SC: Just do what I want or I'm gone.
Me: Have a nice day.
SC: Fine! Just cut the damn fabric.
Me: Right away. The total is $.20 (I'm not going to cut off fabric unless it's stained or ripped. My fingers hurt and I'm not even supposed to be on cutting counter because of them. If she had been nice I would have helped.)
Why don't you ring the bell. It's nice and shiney. It rings a perfectly in tune Bb. It's tune will reach me even in the darkest depths of the store. I know you see it. You're staring right at it, as if the bell will shit out magical fairy creatures who will find me and let me know there's a customer at the register. I know you see it when you come and find me and ask "should I ring the bell." I know you see it. Stop being lazy, I don't have magical vision that can see the counter through a portal in the bell. Ring.the.bell. I don't put it right on the counter with a please ring me sign for fun!
The phone rang, I went to pick it up. Crazy SC lady comes racing up to the register screaming at me like I'm about to steal her child.
SC: Don't you dare answer that phone before you help me.
Me: What do you need.
SC proceeds to rant about how terrible customer service is. What's terrible is that there's some poor customer on the phone who was technically first. The phone stops ringing. The lady asks a question about where the buttons are. Um, right behind you? I don't answer her.
SC: Well?
Me...
SC: Are you deaf!
Me...
SC: What's wrong with you?
Me: That's probably how the person on the phone felt.
SC: hskjhjdfhdkjsdk, where are the buttons!
The phone rings again. I point to the buttons and then pick up the phone. SC turns around to ask another question, freaks out because I'm on the phone.
SC: Excuse me!
Me: One moment, please hold.
SC: That's more like it.
Me: I wasn't talking to him.
This guy wants 5 bolts of 4th of July fabric. That's almost 60 yards of fabric I need to count out and reroll, it's going to take time.
SC: (sees me rolling up the fabric, I'm not going to be able to get in on there perfectly the way the machine did.) Why does it look so sloppy.
Me: Well, this is a lot of fabric and a very small counter, I don't have the space necessary to roll it up perfectly. The fabric was put on there by a machine. (I'm not a machine)
SC: (as I'm starting on the 3rd bolt) Can't you go faster?
Me: I'm going as fast as I can, I wouldn't want to miscount it and overcharge you (wtf, you see me working. I'm the fastest one there. Stop complaining that it takes to long.)
SC: I just have to be somewhere soon.
Me: (Then you shouldn't have come over here to buy 60 yards of fabric. Please see the answer to question 1. I'm not a machine)
SC: Why do you have to keep checking that paper? (referring to our inches to decimal chart. I know all of the main ones, 1/8,1/4,1/3,1/2,2/3,3/4, just don't expect me to be able to pull some random number out of my ass. Please refer back to questions 1 and 2, I am not a machine.)
SC: Do you have any more of this fabric at the other store?
Me: I can look it up for you, one moment.
SC: Oh, I don't have time for that.
Me: (argh! I don't know all the patterns we have here, how am I supposed to know their stock!? Refer back to the answer for question's 1,2,3! You know what goes here.)
Some of these things wouldn't usually annoy me, but I was supposed to be molding young children's minds in the way of all things musical. Instead I was stuck at work. I know I could have said I wasn't available, but who am I to turn down a chance to make some money and be abused by customers. So, remember to leave your best guesses! I shall return later to post what really happened.
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