Cashier Chronicals #3
It is NOT our fault that we are out of stock of something. It is NOT our fault that seasonal merchandise rotates and dont have everything all year round. Its a freakin dollar store.
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Cashier Chronicals #3
It is NOT our fault that we are out of stock of something. It is NOT our fault that seasonal merchandise rotates and dont have everything all year round. Its a freakin dollar store.

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I'm so sick and fucking tired of being treated like a piece of shit by these people. Sick of being called racist because I check money. Sick of being cussed at because I rejected you in my line because I'm closed to go on break. I'm sick of people. The general public fucking disgusts me. I hate customer service.
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So let's make one thing absolutely clear: if you are going to yell at the front desk clerk because she has somehow forgotten your last name among the thousands of faces she sees in her job, you and I WILL have words and I will see to it you are placed, conversationally, socially, intellectually, where you belong: beneath the woman managing professionalism in the face of your entitlement. People complain about the lack of customer service out there but I can tell you that at every service desk, those who are professionals in their field discuss people like you and what it can do to one's desire to be amazing 24/7 when some Jurassic gargoyle decides to unleash their caustic persona out of nowhere and for ridiculous to ASININE reasons! NONE of us are above those behind the counter. The glass top, the wooden bar, the drive thru window, these places are occupied and worked by human beings. If I were to catch any of my own friends or acquaintances acting in this manner, we would be finished. No amount of "repeat business," money in your wallet, perceived status or otherwise has earned you the right to belittle someone who is just doing their job. This goes for you serially negative reviewers, as well: classless, faceless debasement at the cost of another is not a review: it's sociopathic narcissism. You only need your pedestal because no one would otherwise pay attention to the caterwauling of a wannabe mudrake in the ditch. !%@%@+€¥¢¿!!!! /ranti
You know you boss doesn't care about you when
You call in sick because you can barely get out of bed and they call you in 20 minutes later anyway

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Today at work, and I kid you not, a lady handed me THE GOD DAMNED BUTT of her cigarette and said, "I'll take a pack of these. First of all, that's fucking disgusting. Second of all, I have no idea And finally, even if I did know which of the 50+ brands we carry that soggy piece of paper covered in lipstick is, I would surely not be able to tell you the flavor variation. If you smoke, learn your brand. The end.
True Story
Ok! So this actually happened and I feel you must know about this!
(I work customer service in a grocery store)
A man came into my work and demanding to see my manager. With him was a bag. He kept demanding my manager when I told him I could help him. After a few moments, I called my manager up. The man proceeded to bitch to my manager about the turkey be bought. “This fucking turkey has no legs! Or WINGS! I want my money back and a apology from they store for ruining my thanksgiving!”
Meanwhile, I looked into the man’s bag. And laughed!
My manager was just about to yell at this man before I stepped in.
"Sir." I said. "You bought a turkey breast… It doesn’t come with wings or legs."
The man looked at the receipt, looked at the “turkey” and then at me. Picked up the “turkey” and left embarrassed.
The moral of the story: don’t blame other’s for your own mistake.