Because I apparently can do it all! Not a bad thing but when I tell you that I don't know and that you should go to the actual expert on this, don't cop an attitude.
I am NOT the pharmacist!
Because my photo lab is in close vicinity to the pharmacy, I tend to work on projects near there and sometimes, because I'm near the pharmacy, people will assume that I work there. Understandable I suppose, but when I reveal that I'm a lowly photo monkey, I don't want attitude.
A man walks up to me.
Him: Excuse me, what is this?
He hands me a slip with an ingredient that I cannot pronounce written on it. So, I check a few jars and bottles on our shelves and not quite finding this thing. So, I tell him that I'm going to go ask the actual pharmacy staff about this.
Him: Why?
Me: Because I don't know what this is and I'm sure they will.
Him: Why don't you know?
Me: (stern voice) Because I don't work in the pharmacy and I don't know what this ingredient is.
I hear him sigh and I ask the staff, to which of them comes out and helps the man. I don't why he still stared at me but it's written right on my name tag which department I'm in.
I am NOT the manager! (plus the inability to read)
Returns and exchanges are things that only managers can do. Such a hard concept.
This lady walks over to my counter, where we normally do returns, and throws her bag of items on to the counter. She's already on thin ice, now.
Me: Can I help you?
Her: Yeah, are you a manager? Your checker over there overcharged me! These are buy one get one!
She takes these two bottles of aspirin out and slides them across the counter to where they almost fell off on my end. Now, I know a certain line of aspirin is, in fact, buy one get one. But, I was sure that she got the wrong ones. I offer to go check.
Her: What? Why? What are you checking?
Me: Well, there are certain ones on sale so I'm just going to check if these (the ones I was holding) are the right ones.
Her: Well, there's a sign back there that says it, watch.
So, I actually follow her to the back wall and examine the tags. Sure enough, she was wrong, and got mad.
Her: Why aren't these coming up? It says right here!
Me: It's the wrong line of aspirin, look.
I show her the tag's small print. She backs off a little. So, we go back to my counter and I call for the manager.
Her: Why are you calling a manager?
Me: Because she has to do the return.
Her: Why can't you do it? I need to go.
Me: I understand. She'll be right here.
Her: *sigh*
A minute has passed and no manager has shown up. This can happen sometimes for reasons unknown. Thinking she's in a spot where she can't hear the call, I tell the customer that I'm going to go find my manager. I actually just wanted to get away from her.
Her: How much longer will THAT take?
Me: I'm going to go find her real quick.
Her: But why can't you do this return?
Me: I need the key and a manager sign-on. So, I'll be right ba-
Her: (rude, sarcastic tone) Yeah, yeah, ok, ok.
B****.
So, I find the manager and get her over to the counter to do this return and get her out. Buh-bye.
I am NOT the cosmetician.
I don't have a specific example here, it's just been a whole series of little things when I cover a lunch over there.
This one should be so damn obvious, yet women still get mad. I should just make a short list and pin it to my chest or leave it on the counter:
- I do not know what eye blush or toner is.
- Don't ask me if this shade matches your skin, I'll always say yes.
- Spare me your private plans with your boyfriend tonight. I don't want to hear it.
- Do NOT get angry if I don't know that 'perfect' scent that would go for you.
- Shampoo is shampoo. Go buy the dollar stuff and save thirty dollars.
- Stop wasting your time worrying about a good toenail color if you're going to wear shoes all year-round.
- I shave with a razor. I don't know which electric shaver is the best. Buy one and if you don't like it, bring it back.
- Is there really that big of a difference with hand sanitizers?
- I don't know what made you think I know about pedicures, but stop. Massages, yes. Pedicures, no.
- Please don't open the nail polish. You'll most likely drop it, it'll stain, and I'll have to open a bottle of polish remover, which will most likely get me light-headed.
- Yes, your perfume WILL make me sneeze.
I am NOT the pharmacist!
Because my photo lab is in close vicinity to the pharmacy, I tend to work on projects near there and sometimes, because I'm near the pharmacy, people will assume that I work there. Understandable I suppose, but when I reveal that I'm a lowly photo monkey, I don't want attitude.
A man walks up to me.
Him: Excuse me, what is this?
He hands me a slip with an ingredient that I cannot pronounce written on it. So, I check a few jars and bottles on our shelves and not quite finding this thing. So, I tell him that I'm going to go ask the actual pharmacy staff about this.
Him: Why?
Me: Because I don't know what this is and I'm sure they will.
Him: Why don't you know?
Me: (stern voice) Because I don't work in the pharmacy and I don't know what this ingredient is.
I hear him sigh and I ask the staff, to which of them comes out and helps the man. I don't why he still stared at me but it's written right on my name tag which department I'm in.
I am NOT the manager! (plus the inability to read)
Returns and exchanges are things that only managers can do. Such a hard concept.
This lady walks over to my counter, where we normally do returns, and throws her bag of items on to the counter. She's already on thin ice, now.
Me: Can I help you?
Her: Yeah, are you a manager? Your checker over there overcharged me! These are buy one get one!
She takes these two bottles of aspirin out and slides them across the counter to where they almost fell off on my end. Now, I know a certain line of aspirin is, in fact, buy one get one. But, I was sure that she got the wrong ones. I offer to go check.
Her: What? Why? What are you checking?
Me: Well, there are certain ones on sale so I'm just going to check if these (the ones I was holding) are the right ones.
Her: Well, there's a sign back there that says it, watch.
So, I actually follow her to the back wall and examine the tags. Sure enough, she was wrong, and got mad.
Her: Why aren't these coming up? It says right here!
Me: It's the wrong line of aspirin, look.
I show her the tag's small print. She backs off a little. So, we go back to my counter and I call for the manager.
Her: Why are you calling a manager?
Me: Because she has to do the return.
Her: Why can't you do it? I need to go.
Me: I understand. She'll be right here.
Her: *sigh*
A minute has passed and no manager has shown up. This can happen sometimes for reasons unknown. Thinking she's in a spot where she can't hear the call, I tell the customer that I'm going to go find my manager. I actually just wanted to get away from her.
Her: How much longer will THAT take?
Me: I'm going to go find her real quick.
Her: But why can't you do this return?
Me: I need the key and a manager sign-on. So, I'll be right ba-
Her: (rude, sarcastic tone) Yeah, yeah, ok, ok.
B****.
So, I find the manager and get her over to the counter to do this return and get her out. Buh-bye.
I am NOT the cosmetician.
I don't have a specific example here, it's just been a whole series of little things when I cover a lunch over there.
This one should be so damn obvious, yet women still get mad. I should just make a short list and pin it to my chest or leave it on the counter:
- I do not know what eye blush or toner is.
- Don't ask me if this shade matches your skin, I'll always say yes.
- Spare me your private plans with your boyfriend tonight. I don't want to hear it.
- Do NOT get angry if I don't know that 'perfect' scent that would go for you.
- Shampoo is shampoo. Go buy the dollar stuff and save thirty dollars.
- Stop wasting your time worrying about a good toenail color if you're going to wear shoes all year-round.
- I shave with a razor. I don't know which electric shaver is the best. Buy one and if you don't like it, bring it back.
- Is there really that big of a difference with hand sanitizers?
- I don't know what made you think I know about pedicures, but stop. Massages, yes. Pedicures, no.
- Please don't open the nail polish. You'll most likely drop it, it'll stain, and I'll have to open a bottle of polish remover, which will most likely get me light-headed.
- Yes, your perfume WILL make me sneeze.
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