Just another refresher, I now work at the yellow "sun" in blue.
I have told my new co-workers many horrid tales of customer service, and regally amazed them with my patience. As such, I have had nothing to report to any of you, for 3rd shift stocking has kept me calm and busy.
The most I get are hilarious drunks, and noisy teens on the weekends, but there are two things in this world I can't abide.
I am intolerant of intolerance and rudeness.
Rainbow Boy
I have a co-worker I went to school with. He isn't flamboyant or flashy, just your typical human who happens to like his own gender, and he doesn't flaunt it.
Apparently some customers had asked him a question, caught onto him, and came into my soup aisle complaining the "rainbow boy was out for their asses."
I held myself and ignored it, until...
Dude: Man, I bet he plugs everything that moves.
Dude2: Yo, that's some whack shit. Damn cock suckers.
(insert a rant about people burning in fires with colorful anus remarks)
Me: This cocksucker doesn't want you in her aisle. You can get your Chef Boyardee and get the hell out.
I calmly returned to my soups and they promptly left.
Hello!
I refuse to be ignored.
Me: Good evening/morning!
Customer: *quietly ignoring me and looking everywhere but my direction*
Me: *waits until they are RIGHT THERE* Good evening/morning!
Customer: *pointedly pushing cart around me*
Me: GOOD EVENING/MORNING, SIR/MA'AM! How are you doing today?
Customer: Oh oh.. uh.. hello. Good, how are you?
In the south, if you can't as much reply to someone's wave, nod, or greeting, you are likely the scourge of the earth.
All the same, I refuse my customer service evaluation to look bad.
I have told my new co-workers many horrid tales of customer service, and regally amazed them with my patience. As such, I have had nothing to report to any of you, for 3rd shift stocking has kept me calm and busy.
The most I get are hilarious drunks, and noisy teens on the weekends, but there are two things in this world I can't abide.
I am intolerant of intolerance and rudeness.
Rainbow Boy
I have a co-worker I went to school with. He isn't flamboyant or flashy, just your typical human who happens to like his own gender, and he doesn't flaunt it.
Apparently some customers had asked him a question, caught onto him, and came into my soup aisle complaining the "rainbow boy was out for their asses."
I held myself and ignored it, until...
Dude: Man, I bet he plugs everything that moves.
Dude2: Yo, that's some whack shit. Damn cock suckers.
(insert a rant about people burning in fires with colorful anus remarks)
Me: This cocksucker doesn't want you in her aisle. You can get your Chef Boyardee and get the hell out.
I calmly returned to my soups and they promptly left.
Hello!
I refuse to be ignored.
Me: Good evening/morning!
Customer: *quietly ignoring me and looking everywhere but my direction*
Me: *waits until they are RIGHT THERE* Good evening/morning!
Customer: *pointedly pushing cart around me*
Me: GOOD EVENING/MORNING, SIR/MA'AM! How are you doing today?

Customer: Oh oh.. uh.. hello. Good, how are you?
In the south, if you can't as much reply to someone's wave, nod, or greeting, you are likely the scourge of the earth.
All the same, I refuse my customer service evaluation to look bad.
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