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I went to microcenter yesterday and I had to ask a retail worker where something was. *shivers*
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 16:11 |
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I run a major retail chain; let's call it lest lie. The customers are the worst. One time a person came in uneducated about an electronic product that she had saved up to but for her crotch spawn. She was slightly overweight (has nothing to do with the story but details like this are important). Ugh, why couldn't she take the time to look up the difference between the PS4 and Pro before coming in. Customers are the worst. If she can't be hosed to do her research, I can't be bothered to do my job. Oscar Wild fucked around with this message at 16:15 on Dec 4, 2016 |
# ? Dec 4, 2016 16:11 |
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With the right social skills and a little bullshitting no customer service issue is too much to handle. Master these skills to turn frowns upside down all year round!
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 16:58 |
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I work retail but I am pretty much incapable of outrage at this point. I like customers as long as they're friendly. Nobody likes a cold fish.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:02 |
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"So, has it been busy?" gently caress. you.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:03 |
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gary oldmans diary posted:big box retail store. me working. hear a loud whistle behind me, look over my shoulder. is customer waiting with arms crossed. i have been detected (!)
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:06 |
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Oscar Wild posted:I run a major retail chain; let's call it lest lie. Why not just call it Best Buy instead? I don't think they are tracking you.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:43 |
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Ohnonotme posted:Why not just call it Best Buy instead? I don't think they are tracking you. he runs the whole chain. he is the they
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:48 |
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Dave_Indeed posted:I went to microcenter yesterday and I had to ask a retail worker where something was. Microcenter owns
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:51 |
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gary oldmans diary posted:he runs the whole chain. he is the they Lol
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:51 |
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I had a customer come to a self-service bar after it was closed and make a complete mess of the place. I asked him if he would clean up his mess and he kept repeating WHAT IS YOUR NAME?? while his eyes searched wildly for a name tag that I do not wear.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 17:54 |
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- me - customer + all of you reading this The Story there is no story lmao
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:05 |
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A guy told me he was gonna gently caress me up because we ran out of Marinara sauce. He stole a bag of chips and ran out.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:06 |
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One time I had a nightmare where I was a retail worker. Thank god that isn't the case.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:07 |
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It's actually pretty fun. I like talking to the public. The money isn't great and you have to accept that you're some sort of sub-human loser, but it beats picking rocks.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:08 |
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there's other people in line in front of me lef me tell you how absolutely furious this makes me
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:08 |
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service industry is superior yet again
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:17 |
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Blurry Gray Thing posted:It's two PM. The small hours. The bad hours. The hours that try men's souls. If you're like me, that's when all your old mistakes, all your doubts gang up on you. Knock you down, work you over, kick you right in your old wounds until they bleed again, fresh as ever, and the answers to the important questions stop making sense. Why go on? Why bother? gently caress
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:18 |
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Oh poo poo, that one's good too. Great job folks.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:20 |
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Just thinking about posting my story has got me in tears
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:47 |
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Sjs00 posted:Just thinking about posting my story has got me in tears will you be representing the characters in your story using emoticons? data shows that 96% of posters will ignore your story if you don't. source: data sample size of 1, i.e. me
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 18:53 |
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The ice machine can't stop muttering about the price of electricity these days. It is noon on a Tuesday and it is the fourth time this week I've heard the same diatribe. The liquor store smells faintly of anapestic and sweat. Dust permeates the bottles surrounding my nest by the register. The door rings. "HEY DID YOU EVEN GO HOME LAST NIGHT?!" a grinning caricature of a human being gawps between rotting teeth. Inside, another layer of faint self loathing wraps itself around my soul. It is the sixteenth time this foul creature has made this joke in the last two weeks. I grab their bottle and shove it across the counter. It dumps a pocket full of greasy change and lurches for the door at a speed that can only be described as "generously creaky". I count the change and they're forty eight cents short. I count the slow ticking of the clock under my breath. Forty eight cents closer to death. Last nights hangover throbs but I cannot remember ever having left. I look down and realize that I have begun to merge with the pile of detritus surrounding the register. I am short of breath and can hear a faint roaring in my ears. "Hey buddy? You okay?" Reality snaps back. It is twelve fifteen on a Tuesday and a pale blob has been speaking to me in words I can hardly understand. "Yeah, I'm fine. What's your poison?" I reply, aware that my mouth is making noise and that I am speaking but the observer within is just along for the ride. Consciousness has taken a back seat to autopilot. I envision myself as a small man sitting in the tiny smoking control room of my brain, error codes cascading across sensory display screens manically screaming for command overrides while autonomous control routines have taken over. I smell burning hair. It is the first thing which has penetrated the haze in weeks. An unholy blonde creature stands in front of me, skin glistening wetly through caked on foundation. Blue eye-shadow masks a lifetime of regret and I sense its bloodlust. It is Tuesday. I glance at the clock and hours have slipped by without any impact on my sense of time. The register beeps in faint solidarity then blue-screens. I look down at my hands and notice faintly that I have chewed off my fingernails. MC Hawking fucked around with this message at 18:59 on Dec 4, 2016 |
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I went to work naked and took a test I hadn't studied for.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 19:07 |
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9:30 PM, stores closes at 10. I'm the only one on register; recently graduated with no friends. -stands at register and see's three customers walking around- 1 (Girl one, dressed for a club, tits out hair done up, makeup all over. Was in my class; photos leaked of her with semen all over her back. confirmed freak. Met her in 6th grade; maybe said three words in 6 years. 2 (Girl two, some how dressed even sluttier than girl one; I've known her since 2nd grade (Guy; confirmed bisexual, not a threat at all. Known him for 6 plus years as well) The problem with this is that I've never been part of the 'cool crowd' on account of owning a skateboard and having been caught breaking the law in middle; among other goony factors. (Oh poo poo ohshit ohshit) -they're here at the register; buying red solo cups- (Hey! They're probably gonna play that cool game everyone loves, beer pong! I should ask them!) (Wait, no. If I ask them they're just gonna look at me strangely and say that they were just buying these cups because they don't have any at their apartment that they all share you have no chance with any of them even the gay one forget you even exist and- -rings them up, says nothing save- Have a good day! (its 9:30 pm) 1 ....Hi? -throws receipt at her- ?????....bye! And then I never saw them again.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 19:14 |
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soupbone sal posted:A guy told me he was gonna gently caress me up because we ran out of Marinara sauce. He stole a bag of chips and ran out. Some of these are well-written, funny and moving but this one made me laugh aloud.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 19:17 |
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: Hey I want one of those fitbit thingies but I'm allergic to metal! : Uhhhh, how extreme of an allergy are we talking here? because those door handles you just opened with your bare hands to get into the store are.....completely.....metal... : *Slowly licking the poo poo out of a display fitbit*
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 19:42 |
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Old hag walks into the electrical store where I work and asks: "Do you sell white paint ?" I died.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 19:49 |
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yogizh posted:Old hag walks into the electrical store where I work and asks: "Do you sell white paint ?" Do you??
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 20:10 |
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There's a thread in BFC specifically for this topic.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 21:12 |
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bad boy in the boy band posted:There's a thread in BFC specifically for this topic. Yes and it's for people who post in BFC. Have you got a problem?
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 21:26 |
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You came to the wrong neighborhood motherfucker.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 21:27 |
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Sjs00 posted:9:30 PM, stores closes at 10. I'm the only one on register; recently graduated with no friends. oofda
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 21:40 |
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I'm a customer
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:04 |
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Howdy, how ya doin'?
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:07 |
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:08 |
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"The coffee holder on my computer isn't working."
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:15 |
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hey, sorry for bothering you but do you have this shirt in blue? Haha you loving idiot. You piece of poo poo.
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:30 |
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*takes a big dump behind the mountain of xboxes on display*
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:35 |
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more like fitbutt
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:36 |
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"Ummm, excuuuse me, but" (creaky whines become strained ululations) (slowly turns into a giant sad piglet) "Hehe, whatever buddy" (plays punk rock heavy metal on fling v guitar) (music notes stroll across sunglasses) "Mwwwwrrrggghhhh" (flutters away like a wet plastic bag) Just another fuckin' day at Williams Sonoma
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# ? Dec 4, 2016 22:46 |