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Having worked in retail for the better part of 14 years, I tend to be very considerate of retail folk.
I don't like to stay in the stores late, I don't leave things lying around the store in random places, and I am generally cheerful to clerks and other staff.
HOWEVER - yesterday I was so angry by the time I left my FAVORITE shopping spot - I doubt I will ever go back there again.
Saturday night -
I walk into "BO's" at 8:15 (Closing time - 9:00PM)
8:20 - The first closing anouncement is made. I ignore it. I have a little less than an hour to find a gift for the pregnant girl whose baby shower is in the morning.
8:25 - I find one of two gifts - the SECOND closing announcement is made.
8:30 - I see a cute pair of shoes and try them on (you know I had to - they were on clearance!) They don't fit. I look at the sales clerk and smile. "Too bad they are a size 6" She scowls at me, and makes yet ANOTHER announcement about clsing time. I begin to get pissed off, and walk away.
8:32 I go to find the final gift - my friend Sarah (who was outside on her cell phone) approaches. "Sorry, I was just getting so and so's number from so and so..." We talk and she asks, "Are they closing?"
"In a few minutes, why?" I respond.
"Well, it's only 8:30 and when I walked in, the girl said they were closing." (She wasn't very nice about it either).
"Ugh, they close at nine." I say getting REALLY irritated.
8:37 - I am sifting through some bath products trying to find a really nice relaxing gift for the pregnant girl. Another annoucement.
8:40, 8:43, 8:47, 8:50, 8:55, and 8:57 - MORE ANNOUCEMENTS ABOUT THE FUKING STORE CLOSING.
This is NOT an exaggeration.
At 8:57 I was at the register, smoke pouring from my ears and nose. The girl at the counter (behind my cashier) is making the 8:57 anouncement. I politely wait for her to finish, then ask - "Is it really neccesary to make the announcement every three minutes?"
The cashier doesn't allow the other woman to answer, she cuts in "Well, we have to make sure the store is cleared out so we can go home."
I reply - "Every three minutes is very excessive. I don't appreciate being bullied out of a store where I spend my very hard earned money. I will be calling T.D. (I know the area manager - this is the company I worked for over the last two years before the lay-offs) at corp. on Monday morning."
"Have a nice evening..." she says, giving me the evil eye.
I get home to wrap the gift.
THE MUTHERFUKING SECURITY TAG WAS STILL ON THE GIFT SET I'D SPENT 15 BUX ON. I didn't get to give her the gift today.
SOMEONE is going to PAY for this! |
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