I went into work on my day off so I could get my "review" from my boss.
A review is just an excuse to tell the employees that they suck at most stuff, so I'm already nervous, but I don't let that affect my attitude toward my customers for the half hour of being at work. After all, I'm only there for a bit, right?
Just before I went in to my review, I was covering for my awesome coworker's, C, review.
As I was answering phones and helping customers and talking with my pharmacist the phone rings:
Asshat: Have you heard back about my credit card?
Me: Your credit card? (note: I work in a pharmacy, this is completely irrelevant to my line of work.)
Asshat: (in a completely mocking tone, making his voice as high pitched as mine naturally is) Yes, my credit card!
Me: (coldly) Let me see
Asshat: Yes, go check, do your job.
Me: HOLD PLEASE.
I look at my pharmacist E and am just about to tell her to take the call. It's one our regulars, again, but I don't know why they've been being so mean lately. But C walks back in.
C: What's wrong?
M: "Asshat" was mocking me!
C: I'll take this.
It took her about ten seconds to put him in his place. I've never been anything but nice to this particular customer, I don't see why he felt the need to mock me because I've got a naturally high pitched voice. It really made me feel awkward for the rest of the day, especially since I was just doing a favor for my coworker for being there to cover her review.
A review is just an excuse to tell the employees that they suck at most stuff, so I'm already nervous, but I don't let that affect my attitude toward my customers for the half hour of being at work. After all, I'm only there for a bit, right?
Just before I went in to my review, I was covering for my awesome coworker's, C, review.
As I was answering phones and helping customers and talking with my pharmacist the phone rings:
Asshat: Have you heard back about my credit card?
Me: Your credit card? (note: I work in a pharmacy, this is completely irrelevant to my line of work.)
Asshat: (in a completely mocking tone, making his voice as high pitched as mine naturally is) Yes, my credit card!
Me: (coldly) Let me see
Asshat: Yes, go check, do your job.
Me: HOLD PLEASE.
I look at my pharmacist E and am just about to tell her to take the call. It's one our regulars, again, but I don't know why they've been being so mean lately. But C walks back in.
C: What's wrong?
M: "Asshat" was mocking me!
C: I'll take this.
It took her about ten seconds to put him in his place. I've never been anything but nice to this particular customer, I don't see why he felt the need to mock me because I've got a naturally high pitched voice. It really made me feel awkward for the rest of the day, especially since I was just doing a favor for my coworker for being there to cover her review.
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