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REALLY bad day (long and some language)
hey everyone! I am a long time reader, but I really don't post my stories that much because there really isn't that much material for me to tell. Thankfully, I work in a retail store where most people are pretty happy and easy going. I guess that goes along with a tourist area for the most part.
Today was not one of those days. Just as a background, I work at a store in an outlet mall here in WI where I sell dress clothes. Now that my background is out of the way here are a couple tales from my hellish day:
For the tales, C means customer, CW means Co-worker and M means me
Doing Nothing
I was measuring a customer from Ireland for a dress shirt, and talking to him a little bit about ireland and why he was visiting WI when a customer walked up to me:
C: Hey! Instead of standing around doing nothing, you could be helping me!
M: I'm sorry, I am currently helping this customer find a dress shirt in his size let me grab my co-worker and she can answer any questions you might have.
C: She already tried to help me, she is an idiot who needs to be put down like a sick horse.
At this point my customer says its ok and he will look around while I help the lady.
M: What can I help you find?
C: I am looking for a swimsuit for my husband.
M: I'm sorry, but unfortunately we don't sell swimwear we only have dress and semi dress clothes.
C: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! You are telling me that we are in the waterpark capital of the world and you don't sell swimwear?!
M: No, we sell suits and dress shirts along with ties and accessories.
C: No..you are just a lazy sloth like the cow you call a co-worker and you just won't go look in that mysterious stock room of yours to get me what I want!
M: I'm sorry I can't help you more.
At this point I walked away and helped my nice Irish customer who ended up spending A LOT of money
The Strip Club Employee
We have a local strip club in town, and we have a semi-regular customer who is an employee at this establishment. One of my customers was working with this customer so I didn't have the pleasure of working with him. I did walk by at one point though and he handed me a coupon. Looking at it, I saw it was a coupon for a free drink at the bar. Now being gay, I really have no urge to go look at half naked women dancing around on stage.
M: Thanks man, but its not really my scene give it to someone who will use it.
C: Not your scene? Does that mean you are some type of fag?
M: Thats really none of your business, but I personally don't find it appealing.
C: yeah....your a fag
M: AND I'm done talking to you.
CW: As am I...unless you can find another person to help you, you will have to come back another day to make your purchases because neither one of us will.
The customer left. My co-worker was PISSED. I'm not entirely out at work, but my co-workers have suspicions and we have a back and forth game of them asking vague questions prying trying to figure me out to which I answer vague, non gender specific answers. My co-worker, however has a son who is gay, who is also one of the sweetest kids you will ever meet. I went and bought my co-worker a cup of coffee to calm her down.
drop what you're doing
Business slowed down quite a bit so we were working on cleaning up and stocking. I was told by my manager that my co-worker would focus on customers and my job was to go through and power stock as fast as possible before we went home. I am concentrating on sizing and writing down sizes I needed when I heard:
C: HEY YOU! Young man Drop that and get your ass over here and help me!
Looking up I noticed that she was talking to me. Now a note, the customer that yelled at me is wearing a body suit made out of sweatshirt material, grey material that was probably 2 sizes too small. When I say it was a body suit, it looked like a body suit you would wear scuba diving only made out of sweatshirt material and 2 sizes too small. Also, I don't know where the young man comment came from because I think we were about the same age. so here continues our story:
M: What can I help you with?
C: (while holding the price tag in her hand) How much is this?!
M: Its 60% off the ticketed price, there is a grid right next to the sign saying how much it is. Just find your ticket price and go all the way over to the right and thats how much you pay.
C: I can figure out how much it costs after the discount . What I DON'T know is how much it is originally. I can't find a price tag.
M: It's in your hand.
C: Don't you know anything?! This is a BARCODE its what the cashier scans so he knows what I'm buying.
M: Well considering we are all cashiers here I know what the barcode is. The price is under the barcode.
C: Oh..Well you could have just told me it was on the tag in the first place!
My co-worker went and bought me coffee this time.
Today was not one of those days. Just as a background, I work at a store in an outlet mall here in WI where I sell dress clothes. Now that my background is out of the way here are a couple tales from my hellish day:
For the tales, C means customer, CW means Co-worker and M means me
Doing Nothing
I was measuring a customer from Ireland for a dress shirt, and talking to him a little bit about ireland and why he was visiting WI when a customer walked up to me:
C: Hey! Instead of standing around doing nothing, you could be helping me!
M: I'm sorry, I am currently helping this customer find a dress shirt in his size let me grab my co-worker and she can answer any questions you might have.
C: She already tried to help me, she is an idiot who needs to be put down like a sick horse.
At this point my customer says its ok and he will look around while I help the lady.
M: What can I help you find?
C: I am looking for a swimsuit for my husband.
M: I'm sorry, but unfortunately we don't sell swimwear we only have dress and semi dress clothes.
C: I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS! You are telling me that we are in the waterpark capital of the world and you don't sell swimwear?!
M: No, we sell suits and dress shirts along with ties and accessories.
C: No..you are just a lazy sloth like the cow you call a co-worker and you just won't go look in that mysterious stock room of yours to get me what I want!
M: I'm sorry I can't help you more.
At this point I walked away and helped my nice Irish customer who ended up spending A LOT of money
The Strip Club Employee
We have a local strip club in town, and we have a semi-regular customer who is an employee at this establishment. One of my customers was working with this customer so I didn't have the pleasure of working with him. I did walk by at one point though and he handed me a coupon. Looking at it, I saw it was a coupon for a free drink at the bar. Now being gay, I really have no urge to go look at half naked women dancing around on stage.
M: Thanks man, but its not really my scene give it to someone who will use it.
C: Not your scene? Does that mean you are some type of fag?
M: Thats really none of your business, but I personally don't find it appealing.
C: yeah....your a fag
M: AND I'm done talking to you.
CW: As am I...unless you can find another person to help you, you will have to come back another day to make your purchases because neither one of us will.
The customer left. My co-worker was PISSED. I'm not entirely out at work, but my co-workers have suspicions and we have a back and forth game of them asking vague questions prying trying to figure me out to which I answer vague, non gender specific answers. My co-worker, however has a son who is gay, who is also one of the sweetest kids you will ever meet. I went and bought my co-worker a cup of coffee to calm her down.
drop what you're doing
Business slowed down quite a bit so we were working on cleaning up and stocking. I was told by my manager that my co-worker would focus on customers and my job was to go through and power stock as fast as possible before we went home. I am concentrating on sizing and writing down sizes I needed when I heard:
C: HEY YOU! Young man Drop that and get your ass over here and help me!
Looking up I noticed that she was talking to me. Now a note, the customer that yelled at me is wearing a body suit made out of sweatshirt material, grey material that was probably 2 sizes too small. When I say it was a body suit, it looked like a body suit you would wear scuba diving only made out of sweatshirt material and 2 sizes too small. Also, I don't know where the young man comment came from because I think we were about the same age. so here continues our story:
M: What can I help you with?
C: (while holding the price tag in her hand) How much is this?!
M: Its 60% off the ticketed price, there is a grid right next to the sign saying how much it is. Just find your ticket price and go all the way over to the right and thats how much you pay.
C: I can figure out how much it costs after the discount . What I DON'T know is how much it is originally. I can't find a price tag.
M: It's in your hand.
C: Don't you know anything?! This is a BARCODE its what the cashier scans so he knows what I'm buying.
M: Well considering we are all cashiers here I know what the barcode is. The price is under the barcode.
C: Oh..Well you could have just told me it was on the tag in the first place!
My co-worker went and bought me coffee this time.
Every rack in view has nothing but dress clothes, and she's expecting swimsuits?!
into her.
I'm glad you stick up for each other; having someone in your corner does help.
Love my country, but yeah...standing up for yourself can be dangerous sometimes.
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