Stories from the last couple days:
No, I do NOT have the phone.
So launch day for the new iPhone rolled around. Our store had exactly 1 in stock. We sold exactly one. I even made cute signs telling people we didn't have anymore, and had no idea when we'd be getting more. Of course, that doesn't deter people at all from asking.
But this one was just... odd.
PG: Phone guy
Me: The lowly retail peon.
PG: *leans over my counter, and my sign to see over the counter* Got any iPhones in yet?
Me: No. Sorry.
PG: What can you tell me about the new one?
Me: Well, I can tell you that I'm honestly not a fan.
PG: Me too! I just returned mine.
Me: *couldn't stop myself* Then sir, why do you want me to tell you about it?
PG: *slightly alarmed sounding* I just wanted to know if you had any of the 3gs' in.
Me: If you had asked me that in the first place... No sir. In fact, I'm pretty sure my sign even says we're out of all iPhones. *self deprecating smile* (This was true, the sign said ALL iPhones, in big, underlined letters)
Now, at this point he turns to walk away.
Me: Anything else I can do for you?
SC: No... and I'm afraid to ask. *walks further before turning around* You should have gotten a job at McRonalds!
Um... what? I'm not sure if he was trying to insult me or what. But to all those that work in fast food here: let me just say that I fully respect y'all, and I don't think I could handle that job. I can barely handle this one some days.
Woah... I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap!
Ok, quick backstory, my phone is listed as the main line for my store in basically all the internet references (Google, etc) the whole electronics department (especially the wireless department) is SICK of answering calls meant for all other places in the store. Home office has yet to take care of it. So I get all sorts of call. /backstory
PM: Potty Mouth Child
Me:
Me: *opening spiel*
PM: Yeah... I got 2k10, and it's freezing and I'm not happy with it. If I have my reciept, can I return it?
What is this?! A reasonable call to get to my phone, and a question I can answer, and this young lad (I'm thinking 10, tops) has his reciept?! This is too good to be true!
Me: You could exchange it for the same game, but after it's open, you can't just return it.
PM: You better not fucking lie to me! *click*
Me: *into phone, even though he hung up* Excuse me?!
Apparently it WAS too good to be true. And I was ready to wring this kid's neck. I was perfectly civil, and so was he, up until that point. Where the FUCK did this kid learn manners? I told everyone in the department that if the service desk calls for one of us to get a copy of this game for an exchange, to let me know. I wanted to take care of it. Sadly, no dice. I hate children.
That's not very helpful.
This one didn't happen to me, but a CW of mine, also a phone story.
Basically, this woman called asking if we carry Skype calling cards, because it really is a cheap way to call overseas. With out new Mod drop, we don't. It sucks, and is dumb, but it's the way it is. So CW tells her this.
"Well... that's the item I need, and for you to tell me that is very unhelpful."
And hangs up. Would you prefer we magic them out of our butts? Or tell you we have them even if we don't? Seriously, get over yourself, clearly you knew there was a possibility of failure, or you wouldn't have called to ask. Stop whining when we tell the truth.
The great TV switch-a-roo!
So these two people come in looking for HUGE tvs. Like... two 50" TVs. Low and behold, I have exactly two of them. So I ask if I should grab them, sure. So I go in the back, now these two TVs come in GIANT boxes (this particular brand likes to waste cardboard). So they take up a whole pallet. Apparently, that's too big, they'd only be able to fit on in their truck (this must be a tiny truck, but seriously?).
So they ask if I have the 46".
So I head to the back to see if I have it. I do. But only one, and the box is the same size.
So they ask about a different brand of TV (I'll give them credit, they used a brain cell for that one).
So I head to the back AGAIN. And come out with two of those TVs, which fortunately are in TINY boxes. S'all good.
I hate TVs. I'm tiny. The TVs are almost bigger than me (I'm only 60" tall. A 50" tv is VERY awkward for me to move). Like... can't reach both sides of the box at once awkward.
And of course, my coworkers were helping other customers.
At least they finally picked TVs to buy.
But seriously, how if a pickup truck to small for two TV boxes. My dad had a tiny one for years, but it still could have fit something no more than 3 and a half feet wide. And that's both boxes put together.
I'm going to waste your time, alright?
So, this guy comes in and wants me to set up his prepaid phone, because another coworker of mind had tried, and it hadn't gone through. Fine, so I sit down with him and call the activation number. And of course the automated system is giving me hell, so it kicks me into customer service.
Now, the woman on the phone was very sweet and I had no problem with her (though she was so attached to her script that I think it'd have taken a crowbar to pry her away from it).
But when it came to asking him for some very basic personal information as a security thing for his phone, he became more... hesitant.
But he still gave the information when asked, zip code, birthday, his name, and created a security question for the phone, etc.
So, half an hour of setting the phone goes on, we get it all set up. I hand him his phone.
"You know what, I'm just going to return it."
<mouthfoaming>rasa-frasa-mother-god-asblaga-GAH!</foam> I spent a half hour on this stupid phone because honestly, you were too dense to figure it out for yourself, and this is the thanks I get? At least return it without telling me, so I get the illusion of having made a difference!
(this day was terrible anyway, I lost 300 dollars, and just everyone gave me crap, but it was this guy and the TV couple that started me off. My first two customers last Monday)
But, I did get some Karma. But that's a story for another board.
No, I do NOT have the phone.
So launch day for the new iPhone rolled around. Our store had exactly 1 in stock. We sold exactly one. I even made cute signs telling people we didn't have anymore, and had no idea when we'd be getting more. Of course, that doesn't deter people at all from asking.
But this one was just... odd.
PG: Phone guy
Me: The lowly retail peon.
PG: *leans over my counter, and my sign to see over the counter* Got any iPhones in yet?
Me: No. Sorry.
PG: What can you tell me about the new one?
Me: Well, I can tell you that I'm honestly not a fan.
PG: Me too! I just returned mine.
Me: *couldn't stop myself* Then sir, why do you want me to tell you about it?
PG: *slightly alarmed sounding* I just wanted to know if you had any of the 3gs' in.
Me: If you had asked me that in the first place... No sir. In fact, I'm pretty sure my sign even says we're out of all iPhones. *self deprecating smile* (This was true, the sign said ALL iPhones, in big, underlined letters)
Now, at this point he turns to walk away.
Me: Anything else I can do for you?
SC: No... and I'm afraid to ask. *walks further before turning around* You should have gotten a job at McRonalds!
Um... what? I'm not sure if he was trying to insult me or what. But to all those that work in fast food here: let me just say that I fully respect y'all, and I don't think I could handle that job. I can barely handle this one some days.
Woah... I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap!
Ok, quick backstory, my phone is listed as the main line for my store in basically all the internet references (Google, etc) the whole electronics department (especially the wireless department) is SICK of answering calls meant for all other places in the store. Home office has yet to take care of it. So I get all sorts of call. /backstory
PM: Potty Mouth Child
Me:
Me: *opening spiel*
PM: Yeah... I got 2k10, and it's freezing and I'm not happy with it. If I have my reciept, can I return it?
What is this?! A reasonable call to get to my phone, and a question I can answer, and this young lad (I'm thinking 10, tops) has his reciept?! This is too good to be true!
Me: You could exchange it for the same game, but after it's open, you can't just return it.
PM: You better not fucking lie to me! *click*
Me: *into phone, even though he hung up* Excuse me?!
Apparently it WAS too good to be true. And I was ready to wring this kid's neck. I was perfectly civil, and so was he, up until that point. Where the FUCK did this kid learn manners? I told everyone in the department that if the service desk calls for one of us to get a copy of this game for an exchange, to let me know. I wanted to take care of it. Sadly, no dice. I hate children.
That's not very helpful.
This one didn't happen to me, but a CW of mine, also a phone story.
Basically, this woman called asking if we carry Skype calling cards, because it really is a cheap way to call overseas. With out new Mod drop, we don't. It sucks, and is dumb, but it's the way it is. So CW tells her this.
"Well... that's the item I need, and for you to tell me that is very unhelpful."
And hangs up. Would you prefer we magic them out of our butts? Or tell you we have them even if we don't? Seriously, get over yourself, clearly you knew there was a possibility of failure, or you wouldn't have called to ask. Stop whining when we tell the truth.
The great TV switch-a-roo!
So these two people come in looking for HUGE tvs. Like... two 50" TVs. Low and behold, I have exactly two of them. So I ask if I should grab them, sure. So I go in the back, now these two TVs come in GIANT boxes (this particular brand likes to waste cardboard). So they take up a whole pallet. Apparently, that's too big, they'd only be able to fit on in their truck (this must be a tiny truck, but seriously?).
So they ask if I have the 46".
So I head to the back to see if I have it. I do. But only one, and the box is the same size.
So they ask about a different brand of TV (I'll give them credit, they used a brain cell for that one).
So I head to the back AGAIN. And come out with two of those TVs, which fortunately are in TINY boxes. S'all good.
I hate TVs. I'm tiny. The TVs are almost bigger than me (I'm only 60" tall. A 50" tv is VERY awkward for me to move). Like... can't reach both sides of the box at once awkward.
And of course, my coworkers were helping other customers.
At least they finally picked TVs to buy.
But seriously, how if a pickup truck to small for two TV boxes. My dad had a tiny one for years, but it still could have fit something no more than 3 and a half feet wide. And that's both boxes put together.
I'm going to waste your time, alright?
So, this guy comes in and wants me to set up his prepaid phone, because another coworker of mind had tried, and it hadn't gone through. Fine, so I sit down with him and call the activation number. And of course the automated system is giving me hell, so it kicks me into customer service.
Now, the woman on the phone was very sweet and I had no problem with her (though she was so attached to her script that I think it'd have taken a crowbar to pry her away from it).
But when it came to asking him for some very basic personal information as a security thing for his phone, he became more... hesitant.
But he still gave the information when asked, zip code, birthday, his name, and created a security question for the phone, etc.
So, half an hour of setting the phone goes on, we get it all set up. I hand him his phone.
"You know what, I'm just going to return it."

<mouthfoaming>rasa-frasa-mother-god-asblaga-GAH!</foam> I spent a half hour on this stupid phone because honestly, you were too dense to figure it out for yourself, and this is the thanks I get? At least return it without telling me, so I get the illusion of having made a difference!
(this day was terrible anyway, I lost 300 dollars, and just everyone gave me crap, but it was this guy and the TV couple that started me off. My first two customers last Monday)
But, I did get some Karma. But that's a story for another board.
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