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Anyway, no, believe it or not, I have something to post. *Gasp*
So I was at work today, slowly losing my soul, when one of the big bags busted open, when a customer attempted to lift it. (we use big bags, and small bags to be conservative, and save money) so she requested that I double bag the broken bag, and she'd be cool. I was out of large bags however, so I said the best I could do was to remove all the contents from the big bag, then proceed to put the items into two or so small bags. She declined, and said she'd wait till I received more big bags. (I found this reasonable, whatever.)
I finished all her things, she paid for it, she asked if I had bags yet, and I apologised and explained that I didn't have any yet, and there was nothing I could do. I once again offered to place the items in the small bags, but she refused, then walked off. Two minutes later, my manager rocks up, and starts yelling at me for my interaction with the customer..
She asked why I hadn't gave her a big bag, and I explained that it just simply wasn't possible to supply her with the bags, and I'd provided the only other reasonable alternative I could do. (I was tempted to mention the fact that if Woolworth capable of being able to give operators bags in the time span of ten fucking minutes whilst I served her, we wouldn't be in this situation, but I bit my tongue) She shook her head and said "You need to do whatever makes the customer happy"
Then I kind of lost my shit and I was like "What do you expect me to do? I've just explained to you exactly what situation I was in? What would you have done?!" She then just said "whatever" and turned around, only to be impaled by a customer's $2.99 discounted pointy stick. (that didn't actually happen, but I wish it did)
It's really shocking when you realise that people in the woolworths chain, who are in charge of several people, are really, really stupid. Do you know what happened today in addition to my bag ordeal? The same manager, who I dealt with about the bag thing, asked me what 3 X 8 was. I shit you not. I actually thought she was joking at first, and started laughing. Nope, the thirty year old woman does not know basic maths. So yeah, that's it.
By the way, I feel like this rant came off a bit cocky. But yeah, just a retelling of what happened. I just like to vent about what happens at work, it actually makes me feel so much better. I normally tell friends about it, but it's Sunday, so yeah ;C
Thanks guys!
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