yet another wonderful week at "Anthracite's."
I work in ad set. which means i work with signs. I'm the nice person who makes sure the sign has the right price.
SC the first* today was a power hour sale, which means at a certain time, certain products go an extra 10 percent lower. i had to flip all the signs for it.
SC: OMG DID YOU JUST CHANGE THE PRICE ON THIS?
me: Yes ma'am, its a power hour item.
SC: *Runs around like an idiot grabbing random stuff**
SC: IS THIS A POWER HOUR TOO? HOW BOUT THIS?????
Me: If its not on a rack with a orange and red sign on it, its not power hour.
SC" WHYYYYYY? I LIKE THIS ONE BETTTTEEERRRRRRR!
its not. a fucking. POWER . HOUR. it is REGULAR PRICED. gah.
SC The second: I got to run a register. i almost never do this.
SC: *has two pair of vera wang pants. one is silk cargo crops, the other is denim jeans. the jeans are clearances at 8 dollars. the silk pants came off this mornings truck and are 30 dollars.*
SC: These pants are identical. i want the silk ones for the cheaper price. you will do this.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't do that. The silk ones came off this morning's truck, and the jeans have been here over a month. I can't give you a clearance price for a non clearance item, esp since the items are nowhere near the same.
SC: WTF? THEY ARE TOO THE SAME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE A YES YOU CAN ATTITUDE? HMM? the CUSTOMER. IS > ALWAYS RIGHT! *Glares*
me: Sorry. can't do it.
SC> fuck you . just give me the fucking silk ones at normal price. *to husband* They hire such fucking stupid people here. I bet she's retarded.
*my manager saw the whole thing. and heard all. she thought it was very funny. I did not. I was just diagnosed with a math disability, and had to have courses substituted. i'm pretty self conscious about it, and it took a couple weeks for my parents to convince me it didn't mean i was mentally ill, just unequipped. the manager knows about this, so she knows how being called "retarded" which is a awful term anyway, would effect me. it hurt. deep.
le sucky customer number three. When I do ad set, i have a scanner. it gives me the percentage off, but not the price, and the percentage is for the next days sale, not the current sale.
SC: *shoves dress at me* HERE! SCAN!
me: i beg your pardon?
SC: SCAN ITTT! I WANT THE PRRRIIIIIICE!
me" *looks at tag* ma'am, its clearance, its priced as marked.
SC* NO THERE IS MORE OFF!
my scanner doesn't read clearance, it just says clearance, so scanning it would do no good.
Me: my machine doesn't read clearance, but you are welcome to go to customer service right behind you and they will double check the price.
SC: I asked YOU to do it. so do it. just scan it!
me: ma'am... As i told you, my scanner won't scan clearance. this is clearance. *scanned, showed her screen*
SC" you brought that screen up on purpose. you just don't want to help me. YOU SUCK!
me(to myself very quietly, "no bitch, YOU suck. may you gain so much weight that you never wear that dress size again."
sorry. i had to vent. this week sucked. I told my manager that i was really uncomfortable around my supervisor, who is a much older guy, ("i'm a girl, early 20's) because of his sexist comments and the fact that he has a history of sexual harassment. She laughed at me and said i was funny. i'm avoiding the supervisor.
I work in ad set. which means i work with signs. I'm the nice person who makes sure the sign has the right price.
SC the first* today was a power hour sale, which means at a certain time, certain products go an extra 10 percent lower. i had to flip all the signs for it.
SC: OMG DID YOU JUST CHANGE THE PRICE ON THIS?
me: Yes ma'am, its a power hour item.
SC: *Runs around like an idiot grabbing random stuff**
SC: IS THIS A POWER HOUR TOO? HOW BOUT THIS?????
Me: If its not on a rack with a orange and red sign on it, its not power hour.
SC" WHYYYYYY? I LIKE THIS ONE BETTTTEEERRRRRRR!
its not. a fucking. POWER . HOUR. it is REGULAR PRICED. gah.
SC The second: I got to run a register. i almost never do this.
SC: *has two pair of vera wang pants. one is silk cargo crops, the other is denim jeans. the jeans are clearances at 8 dollars. the silk pants came off this mornings truck and are 30 dollars.*
SC: These pants are identical. i want the silk ones for the cheaper price. you will do this.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't do that. The silk ones came off this morning's truck, and the jeans have been here over a month. I can't give you a clearance price for a non clearance item, esp since the items are nowhere near the same.
SC: WTF? THEY ARE TOO THE SAME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE A YES YOU CAN ATTITUDE? HMM? the CUSTOMER. IS > ALWAYS RIGHT! *Glares*
me: Sorry. can't do it.
SC> fuck you . just give me the fucking silk ones at normal price. *to husband* They hire such fucking stupid people here. I bet she's retarded.
*my manager saw the whole thing. and heard all. she thought it was very funny. I did not. I was just diagnosed with a math disability, and had to have courses substituted. i'm pretty self conscious about it, and it took a couple weeks for my parents to convince me it didn't mean i was mentally ill, just unequipped. the manager knows about this, so she knows how being called "retarded" which is a awful term anyway, would effect me. it hurt. deep.
le sucky customer number three. When I do ad set, i have a scanner. it gives me the percentage off, but not the price, and the percentage is for the next days sale, not the current sale.
SC: *shoves dress at me* HERE! SCAN!
me: i beg your pardon?
SC: SCAN ITTT! I WANT THE PRRRIIIIIICE!
me" *looks at tag* ma'am, its clearance, its priced as marked.
SC* NO THERE IS MORE OFF!
my scanner doesn't read clearance, it just says clearance, so scanning it would do no good.
Me: my machine doesn't read clearance, but you are welcome to go to customer service right behind you and they will double check the price.
SC: I asked YOU to do it. so do it. just scan it!
me: ma'am... As i told you, my scanner won't scan clearance. this is clearance. *scanned, showed her screen*
SC" you brought that screen up on purpose. you just don't want to help me. YOU SUCK!
me(to myself very quietly, "no bitch, YOU suck. may you gain so much weight that you never wear that dress size again."
sorry. i had to vent. this week sucked. I told my manager that i was really uncomfortable around my supervisor, who is a much older guy, ("i'm a girl, early 20's) because of his sexist comments and the fact that he has a history of sexual harassment. She laughed at me and said i was funny. i'm avoiding the supervisor.
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