Monday morning, I am working out on the pharmacy floor, and I am my usual sleep deprived self. I am puting up merchandise as fast as I can as we were hammered with freight yet again, when one of the techs behind the pharmacy flags me down.
CW = Coworker
Me = Dead turkish poet Nazim Hikmet.
CW: Okay Me, I have a customer on the phone, and she is calling because she has a list of over the counter items, and she wants us to look up the prices.
Me: Did you say a list?
CW: Yes, she wants us to look up the prices for 12 over the counter items.
Me: ...
CW: Come on, can you do this for me?
Me: I... she can't be serious?
CW: She is serious, she said she called Friday and someone in the pharmacy promised her that we would call her back with the prices (bullshit) and they never got back to her. If I write the list will you go get the prices for me?
Me: That is a little ridiculous. If it was one or two items that would be one thing, but 12? That is a shopping list. She can check the prices on the store website... or come in and shop!
CW: Me, don't get me fired.
Me: I don't think we will get fired over this.
I always get along with the above coworker, and she is always a very kind and patient person, but I really felt that this was just a customer crossing the line on blatent inconsideration. My floor manager agreed with me about the request being something that we should not try to accommodate. My two biggest fears about doing the shopping list for the customer was that #2 I did not have the time with all the freight I had. My manager actually had to leave work early for a doctors appointment, and for the first time EVER I had to leave freight for the night crew, which is something I hated to do, and #1 if we do the shopping list for the customer this time, you can bet the bank that there will be a next time. Later on I asked my manager about the customer, and she said not to worry about the customer or the shopping list. The irony: Most of the items on the customers list were NOT pharmacy items.
CW = Coworker
Me = Dead turkish poet Nazim Hikmet.
CW: Okay Me, I have a customer on the phone, and she is calling because she has a list of over the counter items, and she wants us to look up the prices.
Me: Did you say a list?
CW: Yes, she wants us to look up the prices for 12 over the counter items.
Me: ...
CW: Come on, can you do this for me?
Me: I... she can't be serious?
CW: She is serious, she said she called Friday and someone in the pharmacy promised her that we would call her back with the prices (bullshit) and they never got back to her. If I write the list will you go get the prices for me?
Me: That is a little ridiculous. If it was one or two items that would be one thing, but 12? That is a shopping list. She can check the prices on the store website... or come in and shop!
CW: Me, don't get me fired.
Me: I don't think we will get fired over this.
I always get along with the above coworker, and she is always a very kind and patient person, but I really felt that this was just a customer crossing the line on blatent inconsideration. My floor manager agreed with me about the request being something that we should not try to accommodate. My two biggest fears about doing the shopping list for the customer was that #2 I did not have the time with all the freight I had. My manager actually had to leave work early for a doctors appointment, and for the first time EVER I had to leave freight for the night crew, which is something I hated to do, and #1 if we do the shopping list for the customer this time, you can bet the bank that there will be a next time. Later on I asked my manager about the customer, and she said not to worry about the customer or the shopping list. The irony: Most of the items on the customers list were NOT pharmacy items.
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