Interesting discussion: i understand your plight but there are just some snooty people who refuse to read the rules because they "don't apply to them" because they are
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I agree with you, I work at a Panera and I will NEVER mess with someone about sizes like that... if they want to order a Grande, Largo, or Venti (granted, we don't even sell things in Venti size), they can. But if they choose to be a normal person and say medium, that works just as well.t0mme post=18.70218.690909 said:
Before I worked at Panera, I didn't know what Grande, Largo, or Venti meant, and noone should be expected to.
I have too many......
request time....
1.)The screamer over 20c
2.) The Skateboard Kid
3.) The Blatant Theif
4.) The Old Stubborn lady
request and ye shall hear
request time....
1.)The screamer over 20c
2.) The Skateboard Kid
3.) The Blatant Theif
4.) The Old Stubborn lady
request and ye shall hear
Okay Skateboard kid.
So i'm working in the Frozen food's department when I hear this rolling sound and a thump. So I look out through the glass and notice a kid racing around on his skateboard having just knocked over a pile of boxes
I went and got my supervisor (around the corner) and we walked up to the kid. He panic'd and turned around, skating away as fast as he could go.
He cam down to isle 14 i believe and ran smack into the duty manager, nearly knocking him of balance and throwing himself off his skateboard. I had caught up by this point and put my hand on his shoulder waiting for the manager to realise what the fuck just happened.
He looked at the boy and said "Your in deep trouble young man.", bear in mind he is nearly 2 metres tall. The boy turned white as a ghost as he was led off to the interview room , where I wasn' allowed.
I have since heard that the boy refused to admit he had done anything wrong and refused to apologise to me (I stacked the boxes) or the manager. He then started crying when he was banned from the shop... His mother came in to apoligise later of course and it turns out he trys this on at every store he can....
what do they feed kids these days. hard drugs?
So i'm working in the Frozen food's department when I hear this rolling sound and a thump. So I look out through the glass and notice a kid racing around on his skateboard having just knocked over a pile of boxes
I went and got my supervisor (around the corner) and we walked up to the kid. He panic'd and turned around, skating away as fast as he could go.
He cam down to isle 14 i believe and ran smack into the duty manager, nearly knocking him of balance and throwing himself off his skateboard. I had caught up by this point and put my hand on his shoulder waiting for the manager to realise what the fuck just happened.
He looked at the boy and said "Your in deep trouble young man.", bear in mind he is nearly 2 metres tall. The boy turned white as a ghost as he was led off to the interview room , where I wasn' allowed.
I have since heard that the boy refused to admit he had done anything wrong and refused to apologise to me (I stacked the boxes) or the manager. He then started crying when he was banned from the shop... His mother came in to apoligise later of course and it turns out he trys this on at every store he can....
what do they feed kids these days. hard drugs?
I work in computer and cellular sales. I , at least once a day, have someone that tells me that I'm not doing my job right or that they know more about the subject matter than me. Don't get me wrong, I am wrong from time to time (every eon or so) and i will admit to my own faults.
however, if some one comes up to me and asks for my help, then proceeds to correct me, they can inhale dihydrogen-monoxide for all i care (look that one up
). All I'm saying is, don't ask me for help, then try to make yourself look better by trying to correct me. The last guy to try that received such a mental beating he still wont make eye contact with me.
however, if some one comes up to me and asks for my help, then proceeds to correct me, they can inhale dihydrogen-monoxide for all i care (look that one up
). All I'm saying is, don't ask me for help, then try to make yourself look better by trying to correct me. The last guy to try that received such a mental beating he still wont make eye contact with me.
Well there is of course the basic dumb stuff like not pushing the "ok" button when they sign for credit cards, expecting the computer to know when the full name has been entered; or bringing up liquor or wine on Sundays, even though there are signs clearly saying that they cannnot be purchased on Sundays; or being surprised when we can't fit their newly purchased couch into a Neon...
Here's one incident in particular... I wasn't there for it but other employees were...
I work at a retail store that will go unnamed. A customer came in with merchandise from a different store, with the reciept from that store, and got pissed when we did not take it back, saying the old tired things like "This is BS" and all that... It's probably worth mentioning that the store for the merchandise and reciept that person had was right across the parking lot, and clearly visible from our doors.
Here's one incident in particular... I wasn't there for it but other employees were...
I work at a retail store that will go unnamed. A customer came in with merchandise from a different store, with the reciept from that store, and got pissed when we did not take it back, saying the old tired things like "This is BS" and all that... It's probably worth mentioning that the store for the merchandise and reciept that person had was right across the parking lot, and clearly visible from our doors.
Oh and I know some people are technilogically illiterate, but surely one can notice the letter H? People can't seem to grasp the difference between HDTV, and DTV (in reference to the digital transition happening next year). I usually feel the urge to correct them but say screw it it'll just lead to unneeded stress for me.
This one is a bit short, but what the hell. I work at a Domino's, taking orders and stuff. One Lady calls in from a Cell phone. with our ordering system we ALWAYS ask for the caller's phone number, even though we have Caller ID. We have to confirm their number by having them tell it to us. Same with Name and Address. I ask the Lady's phone number. Her reply is, "I can't give you my phone number. I have to turn off my phone to give you my phone number". I reply, "Sorry, but I have to have your phone number to take an order." She replies again, in a much faster and less happy tone, "I have to turn off my phone to give you my phone number!!!"
Ok, so to avoid this further I decide to just go ahead and take the number off Caller ID. Immediately after I type the last digit in, the lady says her phone number Really fast. Seriously, it was that hard to say a 7 digit number?
Ok, so to avoid this further I decide to just go ahead and take the number off Caller ID. Immediately after I type the last digit in, the lady says her phone number Really fast. Seriously, it was that hard to say a 7 digit number?
Darth Mobius: Asshole gets what asshole deserves, people who abuse you should feel like shit.
You had to work when your mum was in hospital? Weak, dude, hope you quit/*****-slapped your boss if they wouldn't let you have time off.
You had to work when your mum was in hospital? Weak, dude, hope you quit/*****-slapped your boss if they wouldn't let you have time off.
I have an interesting one. When I was working in computer retail, a fellow came into the store and wondered if we sold wallets.
I assured him no, we did not sell wallets. He looked quite dumbfounded for a second, then asked "Do you sell fridges?" I stared at him blankly... "Oh I saw one over there in the corner"
I replied "That's for the staff of this establishment sir..."
"Right..." he replied. He paused, his eyes looked at the ink cartridges...
"Those stampers, what sizes do they come in...?"
The conversation continued for half an hour...
I assured him no, we did not sell wallets. He looked quite dumbfounded for a second, then asked "Do you sell fridges?" I stared at him blankly... "Oh I saw one over there in the corner"
I replied "That's for the staff of this establishment sir..."
"Right..." he replied. He paused, his eyes looked at the ink cartridges...
"Those stampers, what sizes do they come in...?"
The conversation continued for half an hour...
Dear people visiting me in the Fish and Chips shop (In a theme park) where i work;
No, we do not sell Ice Cream, noticed the deep fryers?
No, we do not have sausages, as clearly marked on the signs.
No, I do not set the prices, and yes, stuff is expensive. Deal with it.
No, I cannot give you discounts or free chips. This is not a flea market.
It honestly cannot come as a surprise for you that you have to order when reaching the counter, please consider this when you stand in line for the 15-20 min. that you might have to on busy days.
Some people don't like to be shoved or have you standing right in their neck, so please don't.
Your kids are annoying when they scream, please seat them before you get in line.
Money from other countries is not valid here. Please stop giving me it as if it were.
A queue is a line where the first person gets served first, not a hurdle race.
The exit to the queue is blocked by a door that opens one way. This does not mean that you can use it as an entrance.
No, I cannot serve you if you place an order by the window where we give the food, you'll have to come to the register.
The fourth time you order a large draught beer within the hour, you might want to consider that this is a kid's park, you drunken bastard.
No, we do not sell Ice Cream, noticed the deep fryers?
No, we do not have sausages, as clearly marked on the signs.
No, I do not set the prices, and yes, stuff is expensive. Deal with it.
No, I cannot give you discounts or free chips. This is not a flea market.
It honestly cannot come as a surprise for you that you have to order when reaching the counter, please consider this when you stand in line for the 15-20 min. that you might have to on busy days.
Some people don't like to be shoved or have you standing right in their neck, so please don't.
Your kids are annoying when they scream, please seat them before you get in line.
Money from other countries is not valid here. Please stop giving me it as if it were.
A queue is a line where the first person gets served first, not a hurdle race.
The exit to the queue is blocked by a door that opens one way. This does not mean that you can use it as an entrance.
No, I cannot serve you if you place an order by the window where we give the food, you'll have to come to the register.
The fourth time you order a large draught beer within the hour, you might want to consider that this is a kid's park, you drunken bastard.