situation:
Customer badly wants a new game or product that I don't have, but there's a good chance it's coming in with today's shipment.
Usual sequence of events:
1) Customer calls just after we open to find out if it's in, I advise them no, but we should have our deliveries by 1 PM and if he calls back AFTER then, he can find out if it's here.
2) 45 minutes later customer calls again to find out if it's in.
3) Repeat 2) until just before 1 PM. No matter how many times I tell him to call back after 1 PM, he just doesn't get it.
4) Our deliveries arrive, no sooner has our delivery driver left the store than SC comes tearing in, demanding his new game NOW.
5) I then have to figure out what box the game is in, then go in the back room, identify said box (which is usually always at the very bottom of very back of my pile
) , I then have to open and root through said box to find SCs precious game.
6) Several minutes later I emerge with the game and SC buys it, bitching all the while about how long I took to dig it out of the back and how we should really get our deliveries earlier in the day so it would be more "convenient" for folks like him.
I have mental images of myself slamming the SCs head against the dumpster out back as hard as I possibly can.
Customer badly wants a new game or product that I don't have, but there's a good chance it's coming in with today's shipment.
Usual sequence of events:
1) Customer calls just after we open to find out if it's in, I advise them no, but we should have our deliveries by 1 PM and if he calls back AFTER then, he can find out if it's here.
2) 45 minutes later customer calls again to find out if it's in.

3) Repeat 2) until just before 1 PM. No matter how many times I tell him to call back after 1 PM, he just doesn't get it.
4) Our deliveries arrive, no sooner has our delivery driver left the store than SC comes tearing in, demanding his new game NOW.
5) I then have to figure out what box the game is in, then go in the back room, identify said box (which is usually always at the very bottom of very back of my pile

6) Several minutes later I emerge with the game and SC buys it, bitching all the while about how long I took to dig it out of the back and how we should really get our deliveries earlier in the day so it would be more "convenient" for folks like him.
I have mental images of myself slamming the SCs head against the dumpster out back as hard as I possibly can.
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