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greazeball posted:are you asking a native American? To contribute once again (sorry guys, I've been catching up on this thread for the last week or two and have been itching to tell my own stories but didn't want to start until I was caught up!): One time a few months ago, it's the middle of the afternoon and this totally cracked out looking guy comes in and starts slurring "Yeah, can I speak to the manager?" Well, there wasn't a manager on duty at that point, but we're all just kind of like what's the deal man? He starts babbling all this poo poo that didn't make any sense, so our project manager goes outside with him to see what's up (Note: this guy [the project manager]'s a biiiiig fuckin dude, he used to be a bouncer and I would not want to gently caress with him). Turns out what happened was, a couple of women parked their car on the streets at the meters right by our parking lot (ie once again, this had absolutely nothing to do with us, we just happened to be there) and when one of them got out of the car, she had a carton of cigarettes in her hand. Apparently, this random-rear end dude who was a total stranger to them, went up to the lady and asked her for a pack out of the carton. She was apparently willing to give it to him, but the lady she was with was like "Aw hell no!" The guy apparently started getting really aggressive and so she pulled a loving crowbar out of the back seat and started brandishing it around. That was about the time the guy ran in and asked for a manager. Now, what he thought a manager could possibly do for him in these circumstances, (especially since none of the involved parties were customers, none of it took place in the store, it literally had nothing to do with us) I'll never know. I still never got the full story of what ended up happening after that, but the gist of it is that my coworker who went out there had to literally physically step in and break up a fight between some lady with a crowbar and a carton of cigs, and some crazy rear end drugged up random dude. It went on for at least 15 or 20 minutes, and I'm pretty sure the cops were never called, I guess the crazy guy just got bored and left! The thing about my job is, I love most of my coworkers to death. The customers are really cool for the most part (although you have your occasional crazy dick, obviously) but I've been in several jobs where nasty customers took me right to the edge, but that hasn't happened here yet. Really, my biggest complaint is the company itself and all the stupid-rear end asinine directives corporate is always handing down that were all completely obviously come up with by people who have never actually even set foot in an actual store. Customers and random street people provide endless entertainment, though! fake edit: One last (I promise!) thing for now. There's some random guy who, as far as I know, has never actually even set foot in our store, but he loves to park at the meters right outside the store, and what he'll do is just get out and dance. Seriously, that's it. He is always driving some really nice Cadillac or BMW or some nice car, and it's usually a different one every time he comes. He always has on a really, really nice suit in the most random pastel shades. Like, pastel pink, orange, green, etc. Always a different suit. And he'll just leave his drivers side door open, crank up the stereo to some kind of funk, and just walk up and down the sidewalk dancing, for like an hour. It's loving awesome. We call him Sherbet (we came up with this based on a regular customer of ours who calls himself Ice Cream (he's a whole story in and of himself, but that's for another day) and he oftentimes comes in in very similar really sharp pimped out suits, but he wears bright colors, like bright yellow, red, white etc. So since dancing guy is always wearing pastel, well, Sherbet was born! CUMGUARD fucked around with this message at 07:37 on Jul 6, 2011 |
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greazeball posted:are you asking a native American? I should claim at least a quarter credit for this for unwittingly teeing that joke up so exquisitely. 
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-Troika- posted:How often do people try to steal freebies from those gas station soda dispenser/slushy machines with the taps? Not often from the store I worked in, but the soda fountain was right next to the registers and in clear view of everybody who was behind the counter. edit: Yeah, I don't think I would have given any shits if someone came in and filled up the same soda cup every day. Nobody did, though, which is surprising since people stole everything else they could all the time. VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV cobalt impurity fucked around with this message at 13:15 on Jul 6, 2011 |
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Jul 6, 2011 12:58
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It's not a huge loss anyway, postmix soda is like what, 10c per cup wholesale?
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miscellaneous14 posted:I can understand the other things, but I'm pretty sure you'd have every right to raise a stink about getting poo poo spilled all over you, no matter what country you're in. I don't mean to sound like a typical grumpy customer, but if that happened, and they just told me to "deal with it", I don't think I'd ever come back to that restaurant again. Yeah It was pretty lovely place to begin with. Cheap food though!
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Why thank you, Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I'm glad you could give me an 11 page test for front end certification that I have to take in MY OWN TIME on my days off. Over 100 questions on it, several of them have multiple parts. I'm 5 pages in now and I've seen 4 questions that had 7 parts. I miss when the certification was just a quick test we did with a manager on a register. Now, instead, I have to spend my own drat time so I can finish this and have it turned back in, in under 2 days. Which also means I have to drive there on my days off to turn it in.
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alreadybeen posted:There is a restaurant in Chicago (Perry's Deli) that has a no cell phone policy. It's been around a long time and I think stemmed when cell phones were exclusively used by (arrogant) businessmen. There is always a long line at the lunch hour and inevitably someone in the line is on their phone. If the woman behind the counter notices them she presses a button that blares a massively loud siren. For those who aren't expecting the noise it comes as a real shock. Of course, the person on their phone always tried to cover their ear and talk louder but with how loud the siren is, it is futile. Regulars usually start yelling at the person to get off the phone and eventually they figure it out, hang up, and then look around sheepishly as everyone looks at them. It might be really cathartic to anyone in retail in Chicago. I was just about to post this place after reading some of the earlier posts. Used to eat here a lot when I worked in the loop. Great deli with sandwiches that can last you multiple meals. It's a great atmosphere since it's mainly regulars and they really get on people who talk on their phone. They also have a sign on the wall that says "WARNING! The use of cellular phones at Perry's is strictly prohibited. If you are that important that you must use a phone during lunch, you should be eating in a much more up-scale restaurant".
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I've been quite happy since I've been transferred. It's much better dealing with lovely customers than lovely employees. Today I had a bitch come up to me wanting me to price a small piece of meat as a cheaper family pack. I told her that I can't do that because that defeats the purpose of a family pack. She told me that's discriminating against a 2 person family who don't eat very much meat. I of course went to management who told me to price it cheaper. Even worse an employee wanted me to take a family pack of steaks and individually wrap them and keep them at the family pack price, completely disregarding the entire purpose of a family pack or a "value pack". IT'S CALLED ZIP LOCK BAGS PEOPLE. Hell, there are reusable containers out there and it's perfectly acceptable to freeze our meats. People are so loving lazy and cheap.
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I learned today that shortly after I left my shift on the grand ol' 4th of July this past Monday, someone discovered a steaming pile of poo poo in the middle of one of our aisles. Not like, dripped out of a pant leg as someone's sprinting for the bathroom, not baby-poop or dog-poop, but full sized, spiraled, squatted human feces. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND ALL JOE PUBLIC AMERICANS, WHAT THE gently caress. Sadly I can't even count on two hands the number of times I've heard about or dealt with human feces at work (clothing store). I just... why? In other news I got to assist our LP lady catch a shoplifter today. I've helped plenty of times but this was the first time the stolen goods added up to $1500+, aka a felony. There is just something so "gently caress YOU BITCH" about catching a self-entitled and stupid customer and watching her go off in handcuffs. Who walks out of a store with a purchased sack containing 2 small items inside a cart, then says "I forgot all 30+, $40+/ea jewelry was in my cart! I was just about to turn around and go back up to the store to purchase it!" Idiots. e: "And I have no idea how these new shoes got on my feet and my old shoes in the nearby trash, officer! I swear!"
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drat Bananas posted:Sadly I can't even count on two hands the number of times I've heard about or dealt with human feces at work (clothing store). I just... why? 
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drat Bananas posted:I learned today that shortly after I left my shift on the grand ol' 4th of July this past Monday, someone discovered a steaming pile of poo poo in the middle of one of our aisles. Not like, dripped out of a pant leg as someone's sprinting for the bathroom, not baby-poop or dog-poop, but full sized, spiraled, squatted human feces. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND ALL JOE PUBLIC AMERICANS, WHAT THE gently caress. Sadly I can't even count on two hands the number of times I've heard about or dealt with human feces at work (clothing store). I just... why? Someone made a mess in the (employees) women's bathroom over the weekend. We typically let customers in just because we can't be arsed to handle the complaints, and corporate would probably e-mail us about it. So we do. But they missed the toilet bowl completely. Like, streaks along the seat and on the floor. I don't even know anymore man. 
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A week ago a woman poo poo her pants in the fitting room, picked it up with a shirt, and stuffed it in the pocket of some shorts, then took it out of the fitting room and hid it on the sales floor behind a fixture, underneath a bunch of other clothes. Nice.
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Big Taint posted:A week ago a woman poo poo her pants in the fitting room, picked it up with a shirt, and stuffed it in the pocket of some shorts, then took it out of the fitting room and hid it on the sales floor behind a fixture, underneath a bunch of other clothes. Nice. I am never complaining about my customers again.
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Happily, I wasn't the one who found that prize. One night, while cleaning in kids, I reached under a fixture to grab a pile of clothes and stuff, and one of the things in the pile was a pair of poopy child's underpants. I washed my hands for like 5 minutes. 
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Jul 8, 2011 19:46
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I am so glad the shop I work in is too small for people to take sneaky shits in.
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Between their general circumference and the poop disasters they cause, customers make me seriously anxious about the American diet. How much of a catastrophe must your eating habits be if you are capable of casually making GBS threads yourself in public, spraying poo poo all over the walls of a bathroom stall and so forth? Jesus.
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Tuckleberry posted:Are you saying there are more incidents than you can count on one hand? It actually sounds like there are more incidents than they can count on TWO hands... Yikes.
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PHoly poo poo am I glad to work for T-Mobile and not in a department store any more. I spent a couple weeks at a Target cell phone kiosk when I worked for RadioShack and just being in one for eight hours a day was hellish, and I didn't even have to deal with most of the customers.
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So glad I don't have to work all weekend. I took the weekend off for my mom's birthday but ended up not being able to go because my dad's a giant dick and needs to get shot. Also I want more hours, yeah, and I did post a thing in the break room asking if anyone needed me to take their shifts, but please, coworkers, don't send me text messages at three in the morning saying "take my shift tomorrow thanks" and then getting angry with me when I say I can't.
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Jul 9, 2011 01:20
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Duckman2008 posted:My biggest pet peeve questions is ANYTHING iphone related: If you don't have an iPhone...Well...You don't have a iPhone.
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silversiren posted:Also I want more hours, yeah, and I did post a thing in the break room asking if anyone needed me to take their shifts, but please, coworkers, don't send me text messages at three in the morning saying "take my shift tomorrow thanks" and then getting angry with me when I say I can't. This was the extremely annoying thing at Studio Movie Grill, was having people call/text for literally every weekend-day I wasn't working, to take a shift that was less than a couple hours away. They'd always give me a guilt-trip routine if I said I couldn't ("please man, I called everyone else, you're the only one" EVERY SINGLE TIME). Plan your schedules in advance, you dipshit teenagers.
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I've just spent the last two days in a flurry of tests and phone/in person interviews for a credit card call centre (inbound, thank god) while sneaking to my retail job in the afternoons. This plus a cold from hell and no sleep meant I completely passed out for a few seconds at work today, left early, slept for an hour, then went to my final interview. And now I get to go on vacation while the possibility of my leaving retail finally is decided. How exciting. 
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Chicken Doodle posted:I've just spent the last two days in a flurry of tests and phone/in person interviews for a credit card call centre (inbound, thank god) while sneaking to my retail job in the afternoons. This plus a cold from hell and no sleep meant I completely passed out for a few seconds at work today, left early, slept for an hour, then went to my final interview.
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CUMGUARD posted:So you never updated the thread man, what happened that one time when all the managers got called into the office and came out looking all depressed and there was supposed to be an announcement of some kind the next day or some poo poo? Oh man, I didn't? Sorry, life's been so hectic after that I totally thought I had. Actually it was fantastic news for myself and the floor peons. The assistant store manager who'd been making everyone's lives a living hell, and didn't know a loving thing about my registry yet constantly micromanaged me and an assortment of other poo poo got transferred to another store. She was the only one, too. Then a few managers got moved to other departments and I got the coolest guy ever, who's been nothing but supportive to us as we improve. So it got so much better and I don't dread going there to work anymore. But if I get this job I won't feel bad leaving for the money. 
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miscellaneous14 posted:This was the extremely annoying thing at Studio Movie Grill, was having people call/text for literally every weekend-day I wasn't working, to take a shift that was less than a couple hours away. They'd always give me a guilt-trip routine if I said I couldn't ("please man, I called everyone else, you're the only one" EVERY SINGLE TIME).  This week I get to work six days!  I usually only work four. Just saying that sometimes, there is nobody else if someone calls in. At the very least, think of the money. If not the improved relations of your co-workers because you made the sacrifice of the day off.
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The General posted:If not the improved relations of your co-workers because you made the sacrifice of the day off. From the sound of it, it wouldn't have been so much improving relations with coworkers as it would be becoming a doormat for shithead teenagers who don't plan their lives more than 5 minutes ahead. I'm with Miscellaneous on this one; they're just a bunch of irresponsible assholes. In other news, I just got promoted! I am no longer a sales associate, I am now a support specialist. I handle the money, check in small shipments, do price changes, and run deposits. What little time I'll spend on the sales floor will be during the slowest hours, my shifts will now be at a consistent time, and the best thing of all: I'm not allowed by policy to be on a register since I do all the money paperwork! Things are looking up in my retail career 
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cobalt impurity posted:From the sound of it, it wouldn't have been so much improving relations with coworkers as it would be becoming a doormat for shithead teenagers who don't plan their lives more than 5 minutes ahead. I'm with Miscellaneous on this one; they're just a bunch of irresponsible assholes. Not the guy who ditched, but the other ones. The ones who would have been short handed otherwise.
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cheese eats mouse posted:If you don't have an iPhone...Well...You don't have a iPhone. drat do I also hate that commercial. On a good news front, Sprint has been fantastic to sell recently. For years it sucked due to mail in rebates and not only big box but sprint.com having better prices. Well, for the past few months instant rebates alone have been a godsend, and now they are rolling out a crazy awesome promo that actually has sprint.com working with the sprint stores. If you go online wanting a sprint phone and want to still get it in store you can ?place an order for pickup.? When it gets to the screen you pick the store closest to you. That store gets an email ?mary jane is getting an Evo at 3pm tomorrow? and the store and store rep not only still get credit, but if online is runming a special you get that special in store. This starts in august, and I cannot wait.
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The General posted:Just saying that sometimes, there is nobody else if someone calls in. At the very least, think of the money. If not the improved relations of your co-workers because you made the sacrifice of the day off. It would be fine if they politely asked instead of demanding or dumping it on me. I've had some people say, "you're working for me tomorrow" without even asking and I refuse to do it. And I'm not working a shift for someone if they haven't asked at least a day in advance. Plus that whole "improved relations" doesn't work that way where I work. It's more like they get all high and mighty because they feel like they've just taken advantage of you and they know they can do it again.
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Every place is different. When I work my days off, I do my poo poo and I go home. Nobody gets in my way, and I aint stopping to help anyone.  I'm also usually an hour or two late. Phone negotiations with my boss. "I need you to work tomorrow. Somebody is taking the day off." "Hey that's great, but I'm pretty busy till midnight." "We need you at ten." "That's great, but I'm pretty busy till midnight." "Fine, cya at midnight."
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Robzor McFabulous posted:It actually sounds like there are more incidents than they can count on TWO hands... Yikes. Yep. But I am not counting just the times I've been there for it, I'm including the stories some of my coworkers have told in the break room. So some of those counted-fingers are from before my time at the store, or from other stores that the coworker transferred from. But still!
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drat Bananas posted:Yep. But I am not counting just the times I've been there for it, I'm including the stories some of my coworkers have told in the break room. So some of those counted-fingers are from before my time at the store, or from other stores that the coworker transferred from. But still! A while back, my coworkers told me of a customer from before my time known to them only as...Chickenshit. Apparently he'd regularly go through the store leaving a trail of poo poo behind him as it dripped down his leg. Some people would quit on the spot rather than have to clean up his poo poo, and eventually he was banned from the store after this happened multiple times. Thankfully I have no firsthand experience of the unholy combination of retail and poo poo-where-it-shouldn't-be. The closest I've come is witnessing a young child throw up in front of my counter, and considering the way little kids are it's hard to get upset over that.
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The General posted:Just saying that sometimes, there is nobody else if someone calls in. At the very least, think of the money. If not the improved relations of your co-workers because you made the sacrifice of the day off. The problem is, that it was a small theater, but one that required a staff equivalent to a multiplex, so there were usually always several other people they could have called. Or if it was a weekend (where 95% of the staff is scheduled), they'd see me not scheduled that day and want to take advantage of the chance to have a day-off. It wasn't just them claiming I was the only option, either. They'd also say they had something REALLY important that day, and guilted the hell out of me about it. Usually these things were the types of events you'd, y'know, schedule off in advance for; the supervisors never had trouble fulfilling request-offs, as long as it was early enough and not on a holiday. And besides, even for the ones I covered, they still treated me like poo poo and often left me to do the hard work. And most of them fit the jock-y college-douchebag stereotype to a T. Actually, it reminds me of a strange thing that happened for a while: around the first few months I started, I wasn't scheduled Fridays, and this one guy always asked me to take his shifts, which I didn't have much trouble with. But I didn't even know what he looked like for a while because I rarely ever saw him working. One day I came in for his shift, the manager told me, to paraphrase, "dammit, I was planning on firing him when he got in, he flat-out missed his last Saturday shift". I always just assumed he just didn't feel like working his job for whatever reason, though it's likely he just stuck around for the free movie benefit and tried avoiding working for the most part.
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Chicken Doodle posted:Oh man, I didn't? Sorry, life's been so hectic after that I totally thought I had. To contribute, hahaha holy poo poo today was weird. My store is a few blocks away from the convention center (this being a mid-sized capital city, we get a shitload of conventions too) and due to its proximity, any time there's a large convention or trade show, we get totally slammed. Which is good from a financial perspective. There's a large trade show in town for the weekend and my store actually did around $10,000 today which is unheard of on a Saturday, and would have actually been a pretty good sales day during the week too. Anyway, all that made it really crazy and busy, and I had to close and it was just me and the new guy who doesn't know how to do all that much yet for most of the day. So there were three incidents that stuck out in my mind as being strange or hosed up. The first was where this guy came in to pick up an order. Now, I've seen this guy before. I can't remember any specifics of my interactions with him, but I know I've dealt with him before and he's a huge loving prick. He just has this smug smarmy little condescending look on his face the whole time, and honestly, I don't know how he doesn't get the poo poo kicked out of him on a regular basis just for existing. He's just that obnoxious in how he presents himself. So he came to pick up this order that had been placed around a month ago. Before paying for it, he wants to take a look at it. No big deal, a lot of people do (we really prefer it if you do, actually, saves a lot of future headaches.) His order consisted of a 36x48 color print on HWC (heavy weight coated 36# bond paper) and a 24x36 black and white print. (Our large format black and white printer only takes 20# bond paper, so it's much thinner and crappier looking, but it's also literally 10x cheaper.) So he comes back up to the register and I think he's going to pay, but he's like "Um we've got a problem here. This is wrong." So I take a look at the paperwork, and then his order, and ask him what's wrong. He says "Well, they're on two different kinds of paper, and they're both supposed to be color, and this other paper really sucks, it looks like poo poo." His order had been submitted online, so I had all that paperwork too, and whoever had submitted the order had physically typed into the instruction box for the first file "36x48 color on bond" and in the instructions box for the other file "24x36 black and white on bond". So I told him that only one of them was supposed to be in color and he wanted to argue with me. I showed him where those instructions were typed and was like "Look, we just followed the instructions you gave us." He said "Well, I didn't give you any instructions because I wasn't the one who submitted the order." So I responded "Well, either way, we followed the instructions we were given by whoever gave them to us." So he said "I don't want this." I told him "Well, you don't have to take it if you don't want to, we can't make you pay for something you don't want." He was like "No, I don't want this. What can we do?" I told him "Well, here's your options. You can choose not to take it, or we can reprint the black and white file on the color machine if you want it to be on the same paper, but we'll have to charge you the color price if we do that." He said "Well, I don't want this." He seemed like he was expecting something, but I wasn't going to play his game, so I was just like, "Ok, so you're saying you don't want it?" He said yeah. I was like, "Well, do you want the color one at least?" He was just like "No" and walked out. I was just like "Have a nice day, sir!" The second incident of the day, I'm still scratching my head over. This lady came in and wanted to make a copy of a copyrighted book. We told her that she couldn't without written permission from the copyright holder. She argued with us for like 10 minutes, even after she read the little placard we have with a quote from the federal copyright laws, and then started trying to talk about how she wasn't trying to pass off the book as her own without giving credit to the author (I was like, "No ma'am, that's plagiarism, not copyright infringement.") and how she wasn't going to sell it or make any money off of it ("Sorry, doesn't matter.") It eventually became clear we were going nowhere, so I just told her, "Look ma'am, I'm really sorry, but we can't make a copy of that book for you. It's illegal. I know it sucks, but there's nothing else we can do here for you. Have a nice day," and she left. Well, she came back in about five minutes later and pulled me aside as I was trying to do like 3 other things. She started talking to me about how she used to come to my company's stores all the time in the 80's and 90's, specifically a totally different store on the other end of town. Apparently a long time ago, she had some stuff scanned and it was really expensive because scanning had just been invented and so it was really expensive and she was trying to make some kind of poster with a picture and a bible verse and who the gently caress knows what else. Apparently, she found some kind of sweet-rear end African looking font, and she was quite enamored with it, and that's what she was using and she spent like three days on this project and all this money etc etc etc. So she comes in on the last day and the font had mysteriously disappeared from our system. Then she started throwing the word "mystical" around left and right and I really got lost and had no clue what the gently caress she was talking about. She told me that she thought the font had been "mystically" removed from the computer, and not necessarily by a "mystical" person, but perhaps by a jealous person with "powers" and that she herself actually has a "mystical disorder" but it's not mental health related.  I still had no loving clue where she was going with any of this, but the gist of it is that apparently she's going to try to find a sample of the font and wants us to try to find it for her! And then she left. Yeah.....me and all the customers standing there just had our mouths hanging open in confusion and disbelief.Ok well I saved my "favorite" one for last, so here goes. This guy came in yesterday, clearly with the trade show. Pretty normal looking dude, probably mid-20s, fairly friendly, whatever. As he's standing in line waiting to place an order, I see him and go up to him and he's just like "Hey, CUMGUARD, how're you doing?" That immediately made me go on the defensive, because I loving hate it (like many of you) when people who I've never seen before in my life start calling me by my name and acting like they know me just because I'm wearing a loving nametag. I just kind of went along with it, though, took his order and hoped to get him the gently caress out of there quick. He kept asking all these weird questions and referring to me by name. At one point, he actually asked, "So, this is [City, State] right? I just kind of looked at him and said "Uhhhhh, yeah?" He was like "Oh, well I travel a lot, so I never know where I am." Uh huh. Anyway, it was all kind of weird and creepy. He didn't give off a gay vibe or anything, but it almost felt like he was hitting on me. So anyway, he left, we ran his order, and that was that. Well, when I came in today, he'd apparently been back in and placed another order, and it was due in like a half hour, so I immediately started running it. I mentioned to the guy who'd taken this order that this customer had kinda weirded me out yesterday, and he was like "Yeah, he kinda weirded me out today too." I never got the full story as to why, though. But anyway, he came in to pick it up before it was quite done, and was acting all weird and familiar again, but I just ignored that poo poo. So he paid for it and left, and nothing else too weird happened. Until he came back. One of the parts of his order from today was a black and white 11x17 mounted sign. He had it with him and said he wanted another copy of it, but blown up 200%. I told him, ok it'll be a little while. So I resized it, printed it, mounted it, and was just trimming it up when I hear him calling at me from behind the counter "Hey, can I come back there and look at what you're doing?" I was just like "Um, we're really not supposed to have customers back here, there's lots of dangerous equipment etc." He said something like "Oh, well can't you just break the rules just this one time?" in a really creepy and kind of suggestive voice. I only had one more trim to do so I was just like gently caress it whatever, sure come on back! So he's watching me trim, and asking me questions about how mounting works, etc. and then the following exchange happens.  So, what's the weirdest thing you've ever had to print, like on a poster or something? Hmmm, well lemme think, we do get kind of a lot of weird stuff, I can't really think of too many weird posters I've printed off the top of my head, I know we've made some pretty messed up calendars, though. So, you guys will print pretty much anything, huh? Yeah, pretty much, as long as it's not illegal. Well, what about, like, nudity? Is that considered illegal? Ummm, well not as long as it's not under-aged nudity. So, technically, if I wanted to, I could force you to print out a big poster of me.....naked. Uhhhhh....well.....technically yes....but I'd really rather you didn't.And then he just kind of gave this weird nervous laugh, and paid and left. And I never saw him again and hope it stays that way! [Note: I have actually had an instance where a guy came in to get some fliers printed and they were advertising....himself...as some kind of gay porn star, and they had full frontal nude shots of him on it, as he was just standing right there in front of me waiting for me to print it. Yeah, awkward as gently caress.] I'm sooooo glad I'm off for two days!!! Oh yeah, also, some lady called at like 4:30 (we close at 9 on weekends) and wanted to get 4 3x5 vinyl banners printed. I told her to make sure we had the files by 5:30 at the absolute latest if she wanted them tonight (which she said she did). Then she called back an hour later or so and asked if we had her order. We said no, and asked us how long ago she'd submitted it. She told us it was still uploading. Uh, ok, well then we probably don't have it yet! I totally forgot about it, until around 8:30, right when I'm about to start closing up, I get the loving email from them. It was actually an email from yousendit because their files were high-res tiffs that were each between 85-95mb (total for all files was like 365mb) so it took like 10 minutes to dl each one (crappy-rear end internet) and then I had to stay an hour and a half late to get them all printed! Yes!!! CUMGUARD fucked around with this message at 07:06 on Jul 10, 2011 |
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So I have this weird predicament in my area. I worked in the same company, two different stores within about a 2 mile radius. It's not a particularly affluent neighborhood with most of the business being food stamps transactions. We have a lot of deals for soda 12-packs each week and so that tends to bring a lot of people in to pick up the limit. Some can't drive, so they walk to the store and load up a carriage to peruse the aisles for a bit and pick up groceries or whatever else before the purchase. Predictably so, the carriages then end up going out the door and some wind up in the parking lot where we periodically collect them throughout the work day, but MOST end up disappearing into the wild. I have no idea where they go. None of us (in either store) do. I imagine that people are wheeling them home because their arms have no muscle from a steady diet of Hostess' snack cakes and soda, but from there  . I've heard from customers that some may try to sell them for scrap, but I've also heard that they're worth very little since the metal our company uses isn't particularly valuable at the scrap yard. It's really aggravating as well since a). we have to keep ordering them through out district manager and we try to lay as low as possible, and b). it's a hassle for other customers too. Most of our clientele are also elderly or sick and would like to have something to put their things in and to lean on. Then people take it up with us at the front for why we don't have any carriages, when it's really a customer problem. It has been pretty fun to just try to figure out with coworkers who it could be. I've wanted to show up on a day off and just tail someone going beyond the parking lot boundaries with them but I just can't work up enough to care about it beyond my work hours. Has anyone else ever had something like this happen? It's been at both stores and I figure it can't be a unique case. Someone's gotta know something.
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Jul 10, 2011 21:41
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A lot of people wheel the carts home here. We just send out guys in pick ups to go collect them from around town. I think they get paid per cart they find. Although winco has carts that the wheels lock up when you hit the perimeter of the parking lot.
ladyweapon fucked around with this message at 21:51 on Jul 10, 2011 |
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Jul 10, 2011 21:49
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One time we had some kids pull up in a pickup at the back of our store and try to steal a stack of carts in their truck. AP stopped them though.
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Jul 10, 2011 21:52
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2508084 posted:A lot of people wheel the carts home here. We just send out guys in pick ups to go collect them from around town. I think they get paid per cart they find. Although winco has carts that the wheels lock up when you hit the perimeter of the parking lot. We're too small of a store to do that, and none of us really care that much as long as it doesn't end up causing us more stress during the shift. I've seen the wheel locking ones, but our company wont pay to dig up the parking lot to install those. Maybe I'm trying to imagine there's more to it, but given how many we've gone through in a year, I reckon there'd have to be some backyard somewhere with overturned carriages cluttered about. Like that photo of the guy with all the stolen bikes in his yard. Where do they sell them?
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Jul 10, 2011 21:55
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chazburgr posted:We're too small of a store to do that, and none of us really care that much as long as it doesn't end up causing us more stress during the shift. I've seen the wheel locking ones, but our company wont pay to dig up the parking lot to install those.
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Jul 10, 2011 22:07
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There's also the carts that cost a quarter to borrow and you get your quarter back when you return it to the rack.
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