Unsafety in Numbers

by on September 7, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Posted In: Nasty

Well, you're at a Picnic…

by Wendula

Here's one from the archives of my brain…..

I used to work in the "wine country" in a winery that had a cheese shop and picnic grounds etc….. It was typical for customers to pick up a case or two of wine and then some picnic items and go relax on our grounds.

I was working on the day that the Challenger exploded. This of course was a sad day, but I know that I'm not the only person who was required to go on with normal life that day.

Anyway, this guy comes to my register with some wine and picnic items and it really was a very unmemorable tranaction until the end

Me: Thanks, have a nice day
SC: (sets down his bag) I can't believe you just said that
Me  excuse me?
SC I can't believe that you just told me to have a nice day. How could you possibly say that after what happened to Challenger this morning?!
Me: Speechless
SC: This is a sad day! People need to think about that.
Me: OK.

He then stomped off to have his picnic outside. My manager just looked at me and told me that she's glad that I didn't say any of the things that were probably coming into me head about then!

Unsafety in Numbers

by on September 7, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Posted In: Nasty

True Believer

by Kusanagi

Oh man, aren't people that push themselves like that wonderful? I'm religious myself but that doesn't mean you take everything so serious as to stop people when they work.

I had one woman when I worked retail a few years ago that would come in twice a week and if I was a register, she bugged me. She was going on and passed me enough literature on the Mormon church to make a few trees. I politely asked her to stop as I wasn't a mormon and she never did. She gave me literature about twice a month and I politely declined it, but she just left it on the register on her way out.

I asked a manager who was a buddy of mine what to do about it, as I was scared to get REAL management involved. I was just a cashier and we had a really high turnover rate, and a trained monkey could do my job. If I complained about it more vehemently to the woman, she might claim I was "persecuting" her – she loved to claim how people persecuted her about her religion – to the cashiers in line, no less. So I came up with an idea.

I had a gothic friend of mine that had some rather interesting jewelry. She had a pentagram ring that fit my finger that I borrowed – I had always worn a ring there and one day at work I wore the pentagram ring backwards, with the pentagram in my palm. She passed me the same pamplet she did before and I said "No thanks" with a little smile. I held up my hand so she could see it, and I swear she turned six shades of white when she noticed what it was. She took her purchases, got her change without another word, and when she opened her purse to put her billfold in there – I saw no less than a dozen of the same pamplets she had handed me a few times a month for nearly four.

I didn't get away scott free with it though. She went to a manager and complained that they had hired a Satanist. The manager was the friend I talked to about it, as we had five or six and he was the only cool one about it (he was the one I could speak openly with without him worrying about tattling on what I said or how I acted). My manager basically said "Well, we're an equal opportunity employer, and if he's a Satanist, that's his choice."

"HE WAS WEARING A PENTAGRAM!"

"We have a few employees here that wear crosses and Stars of David. We can't legally tell them not to wear them because they are symbols of their religions. If he wants to wear a pentagram, it's his choice. Just like it's your choice to come in here and hand out religious literature a few times a month."

She got the hint and I never saw her again at my register. I never wore the pentagram again (I made my point) but every time I did see her I gave a big smile and waved.

I left the job two months later for a much better one. As far as wearing a pentagram for a day and for some laughs? I figure God has to have a good sense of humor :-)

Unsafety in Numbers

by on September 7, 2006 at 8:48 pm
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Thanks For The Compliment

by Drugslinger

So my company is finally isssuing formal, written policies on how to handle the processing of checks. All the cashiers have seen this policy, and have been told to call a manager if they have any questions.

Last night, I get called up front. The cashier says she wasn't sure if the new policy covered what she had: a check from New York, with a license from Massachusetts. Well, I'm gonna have to say no. The name matched, but I have no way of verifying the address.

I told her that's why we ask for ID when handling checks. We need to verify who's writing the check.

The customer got this pissy look on her face…

SC: "What do you mean?"
ME: "Well, I can't use an out of state license to verify a check from New York."
SC: "That's ridiculous. How am I supposed to pay?"
ME: "Well, if you don't have New York ID, then you'll have to pay some other way."
SC: "I've NEVER heard of that."
ME: (With a smile on my face) "Well, today you have."
SC: ::blank stare:: "You know, you're a real f***ing d***!"

She then proceeds to leave without her license or her check.

I politely call her back and ask if she wanted her license and check. She comes back and asks for the manager. I told her that I'm the MOD.

SC: "You're the manager?"
ME: "Yes ma'am."
SC: "You're very rude."
ME: "I'm sorry you feel that way. Have a nice day." ::Big smile::

As she walks out the door …

ME: (to cahsier, a little loud) "She calls me a f***ing d*** and I'M the one whose rude? Nice, huh?"

I think she heard me, but, hey, what can you do?

So am I rude because I was being a bit of a smart ass, or because I refused to tell her what she wanted to hear?

Unsafety in Numbers

by on September 7, 2006 at 8:48 pm
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B*tch

by WHShit

This lady bought a newspaper today and it was 40p. She paid in all pennies. Fine by me, but she dumped it all on the counter and said "You're gonna have a time picking them up with your long nails..hahaha"!

Grrrr…I hate when people do not hand me change. It is about respect. They can toss their money on the desk and we have to scrape it up. But, if WE don't hand it to them they get all pissy.

My policy:
If change is not handed to me, if the customer has change due, it is NOT handed back to them.

I actually had a lady kinda throw the change at the desk, so I put her change on the desk too. She said " EXCUUUSE MEEEE"! "I expect to be HANDED my change"! She was really mad…so I quoted the rule to her and she huffed out. Hey, you get what you give!

Unsafety in Numbers

by on September 7, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Posted In: Nasty

Still not Safe

by Mystyglyttyr

I used to work for the Highway Department as a flagger/catch-all. One day, I was flagging out on a long, LONG straight stretch of highway that had the blistering pace of approximately one car per hour. (I was getting paid decent money to throw rocks at a cup in the ditch all day. No complaints.) I was wearing a bright orange vest with reflectors on it, a Highway Department hat, and waving a huge bright orange flag. The entire highway behind me was blocked off by enormous yellow pieces of machinery fixing some massive potholes.

So, of course, when I see a big RV coming (still several miles away, like I said, LONG straight stretch), I step out in the middle of the road, holding up my bright orange flag, hand out in the "stop" position, figuring this person will do the sensible thing and, y'know…STOP.

Fortunately, I was a good 500 feet away from the actual roadwork. By the time I picked myself up out of the ditch after having to dive for my life, the elderly driver of the RV was approximately four inches from the machines, actually YELLING at the crew leader about not having any signs up. HELLO?! What about the 19-year-old girl you just tried to run down?!

For some reason, the crew leader found no way to move his equipment without it taking an hour (heh heh), and dude had to turn around and drive about ten miles back the other way to take an enormous detour. I'm sure it put a HUGE crimp in their cross-country vacation (that's what Mr. Driver man said, anyway).