Background: I'm generally at the insanely busy service desk by myself, left to clean up heaping piles of returned merchandise, long lines, and whiney customers. This is the third day in the row I was left alone, and it's beginning to break me down. I'm graduating in less than a month, I work 5 days a week, and I barely have time to get any homework done. I've been going crazy.
Long story shorter.
I misspelled a person's name on a money gram (note: the sender, not the receiver), because his writing was sloppy, so I put an O instead of a U. I generally make sure I spell everything right, but I guess I was in a hurry, because we were busy. It happens.
Now, anyone that does money grams knows that once they are sent through, the story can't alter them, the person has to call the 1-800 number. They can change it NO PROBLEM, but I can't.
So the guy bitches, and I explain that I can't alter it, etc, but that it doesn't matter because the receivers name is right. But if he wants to change it, he has to call the number.
I try to take back the receipt that he has signed, and he won't give it back, and gives me the stink eye.
SC: This is not my problem.
Me: Well, it isn't up to me to call the number. I'm not allowed to.
SC: But I did not do the problem.
Me: I know, but I am not allowed to call that number, it's for customers. They can change it no problem, and like I said, it doesn't really need to be changed.
The man's tone is extremely condescending, and it's really beginning to piss me off. You really had to be there to understand it.
He bitches some more, so I call the manager over, and shuffle his stuff for her to deal with.
He basically repeats what he said before.
SC: I want HER to admit that it was HER mistake.
Me: Sir, I already admitted that it was.
SC: That's what I wanted.
And he continues to bitch.
So I can't deal with this anymore, and I walk out with 30 some minutes left on my shift, and punch out. I'm literally so mad that I have tears in my eyes, and I'm shaking.
As I'm leaving, the guy is still there at the service desk, and I give him the stink eye and walk out the door.
I don't think I can explain the exact demeanor and tone this man used, but it was the most rude thing I have ever come across. I don't think I even want to go back to work tomorrow.
Long story shorter.
I misspelled a person's name on a money gram (note: the sender, not the receiver), because his writing was sloppy, so I put an O instead of a U. I generally make sure I spell everything right, but I guess I was in a hurry, because we were busy. It happens.
Now, anyone that does money grams knows that once they are sent through, the story can't alter them, the person has to call the 1-800 number. They can change it NO PROBLEM, but I can't.
So the guy bitches, and I explain that I can't alter it, etc, but that it doesn't matter because the receivers name is right. But if he wants to change it, he has to call the number.
I try to take back the receipt that he has signed, and he won't give it back, and gives me the stink eye.
SC: This is not my problem.
Me: Well, it isn't up to me to call the number. I'm not allowed to.
SC: But I did not do the problem.
Me: I know, but I am not allowed to call that number, it's for customers. They can change it no problem, and like I said, it doesn't really need to be changed.
The man's tone is extremely condescending, and it's really beginning to piss me off. You really had to be there to understand it.
He bitches some more, so I call the manager over, and shuffle his stuff for her to deal with.
He basically repeats what he said before.
SC: I want HER to admit that it was HER mistake.
Me: Sir, I already admitted that it was.
SC: That's what I wanted.
And he continues to bitch.
So I can't deal with this anymore, and I walk out with 30 some minutes left on my shift, and punch out. I'm literally so mad that I have tears in my eyes, and I'm shaking.
As I'm leaving, the guy is still there at the service desk, and I give him the stink eye and walk out the door.
I don't think I can explain the exact demeanor and tone this man used, but it was the most rude thing I have ever come across. I don't think I even want to go back to work tomorrow.
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