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So I was doing this training module that goes over the employee handbook and got walloped by this sentence:
I'm pretty sure there's a set order to these things.
#tw#trigger warning#submissions#fuck customers#cashier problems#happy ending#fuck co-workers#fuck retail#embarrassing#server problems#call center problems#fuck coworkers#fuck managers#retail justice#retail law#tw:
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So let me get this straight:
Customer signed up for a once-a-week, 4 week program that started last week
Customer signed up knowing they would be out of town during the day/time of their selected program
And now they're mad at me because they can't get a make up class (we only offer them for completely canceled lessons) and can't get a refund for the day (again we can only refund if the class is canceled or they have a medical emergency that prevents them from attending)
"So you're saying this was just a waste of my money?"
No, Bitch.
You said it.
Fucking learn to plan your time better.
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What is it with working food service and expecting you to be robotic and grey-rock your way through an entire 8+ hour shift? I also don’t understand why your job is at risk if you don’t.
No, I’m not going to continue being kind to you if you are continuously rude to me.
No, I’m not going to sit there and let you berate and verbally abuse me over food - you can buy and cook yourself - without saying sum back.
No, I’m not going to exhaust myself after doing 17.5 different things in the span of under 2 minutes because we are being timed by saying hello and goodbye to every single person that comes to my window — I’m in the middle of taking back to back orders, please for the love of god stop taking it personal.
No, I’m not going to kill myself running an entire station (or 3) by myself only to lick and kiss the top and bottom of your shoes bc you feel you’re entitled to free food and labor bc your fries weren’t fresh enough to your liking.
I’m tired AF of working for a public that will never respect me bc they have literally been taught since grade school to disrespect me. Im tired AF of that being the normal.
It’s 2024. Tip your fucking waitress. Be kind to your fast food cashier, who probably never gets to leave the window, and doesn’t touch your food on most occasions. Stop bitching bc you think you’re owed something by being there. Stop bitching bc you’ve been programmed to consume and think you’re correct in doing so. Stop bitching bc you got your food in five minutes when you should have got it in one - cook at home.
I’m sick of serving rude ass entitled ass people who think they know sum because they think my job is easy and they think they are too good to work it.
Literally if you’re rude and malicious to service workers for any reason outside of they were rude or malicious to you first, you can actually go fuck yourself, disrespectfully. You don’t deserve the convenience of our job, and you and your parent/guardian should be ashamed of yourselves.
#fast food#customer service#customer engagement#fuck fast food#fuck customers#fuck capitalism#fuck ceos#late stage capitalism#capitalism kills#capitalism#anti capitalism#anti capitalist love notes#customersatisfaction#i am so sick of working fast food#i’m so sick of working#workcore#workforce#neurotypicals hate autism#neurotypical societies hate autistic people#the autism strikes again#autistic experiences#autistic things#autistic adult#autistic#rude customers#anti censorship#i hate it here#🫠#i need a sugar daddy#i need a sugar mommy
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“People are rude to customer service workers bc they need to take their stress out on someone” “people are getting meaner bc of the pandemic they didn’t get socialized uwu” yeah ok people have always hated customer service workers bc they are classist. It’s not bc they’re somehow more stressed than those they punch down on, if anything it’s bc they have Less stress to deal with.
And a lot of people were still shopping during the pandemic, they weren’t isolated (at least in the US). Even if they were I don’t think they forgot how to be a person bc of a few months of *somewhat* limited social interaction. You know whose social interaction is actually limited is the workers, bc they spend all their time serving you and don’t get to see their loved ones or get involved in social hobbies or anything.
People are rude to workers bc they don’t think the workers are worthy of respect. I don’t have to feel bad for them for how they treat the people they don’t think of as real humans actually
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If one more fucking customer calls me "baby/honey/sweetie" today.....
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Was just told that I was too stupid to be around people.
yes, I definitely want to come into work while I fucking have COVID. Like I had a choice. It was either go into work or get into trouble for accumulating too many points.
Don't yell at me, maybe yell at the fuckers who came up with the attendance points rule
Don't get me wrong. Definitely be cautious this time of year. So many of my family members and friends are out sick with COVID and pneumonia. But don't treat those forced to go to work like shit.
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Fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers fuck customers
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Honestly forgot how much I hate entitled fucking customers, screaming down the phone at me, demanding I fix the problem and why we don't specifically cater to their whims. Like fuck off seriously have some common decency you absolute cunt.
Anyway, how's your day going? I'm having a fantastic morning 🙃😑🤬
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Oh to be a silly little customer, with no idea how the world works and every intention to release unbridled rage about something completely inconsequential on a twenty-something just trying to make enough for rent
#customer service#fuck working#ideal work week is maybe ten hours and i mean that#fuck customers#a day in the life
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Something that I simultaneously love and hate the most about being a rural mail carrier is that you're always alone.
This morning, I received a call from a customer who said he never received a package I had delivered yesterday. I checked the shelves, looked up his tracking number, and saw that the package was scanned at the time I was at his stop. I then told him I would look for his package today.
Now, 90% of my route is comprised of CBU (cluster box unit) banks. Was it possible I accidentally misread the address on his package for a similar one in a dyslexic moment? Yes. I never rule out that possibility. But I know I have dyslexia. It's something I've dealt with since I was a grade schooler, and it's why I carefully read each address.
Maybe a minute after I arrive at his stop, and halfway through the CBUs, a large black pickup truck pulls up directly behind my vehicle. Being a rural mail carrier, I rarely, if ever, see my customers face to face. But my instincts tell me that this is the guy I spoke with on the phone early this morning.
Something to note here:
As a contracted rural mail carrier, I drive my own personal vehicle and don't wear a uniform. There is no way to tell from a distance that I'm a mail carrier, and there are no markings identifying my car as a mail vehicle. I look just like any of the other hundreds of cars on the highway.
This guy lives a mile and a half down the road from where his box is located. There is no other way to get to his house, no alternate routes out from his road. Yet, he pulled up right behind my vehicle from the highway. Almost as if he was driving around looking for me.
Having spent 7 years working retail, I immediately go into customer service mode and ask, "Hi, how may I help you?"
He stands a foot away from me and says, "I'm here to see about my package." Nothing wrong with that sentence itself, but there was just something sinister in his tone, and the way he held himself immediately made my skin crawl and put my nerves on edge.
I told him I wasn't done yet, and I hadn't gotten to his CBU yet. But he continues to stand there, unmoving, staring at me. He doesn't go back to his truck until a kind old lady pulls up in her little car. But he still refuses to get back in his truck. Instead, he pretends to be busy with something on his phone all while still watching my every move.
As I was working, I was checking every box and paying attention to those who lived on his street or had similar house numbers as his. None of them had checked their mail since before yesterday, and none of them had received any parcels.
After I finished with his CBU, I had to tell him. "Your package isn't here." But I get the feeling he already knew that. It was in the way he had spoken to me when he first got there.
"Well, what are you going to do about it then," he asks me, his arms crossed and staring down at my five foot, nothing AFAB self.
"Nothing at the moment," I tell him. "We can wait and see if one of your neighbors mistakenly received it and turns it in, or you can report it as missing." Now, I'm neuro-divergent, and my tone during this entire interaction has been flat, neutral, and matter-of-fact. It's my default tone when speaking.
But he starts getting agitated, "So, you're not gonna admit that you lost it?!"
No? Why would I? We don't know that it's lost, his neighbors haven't checked their mail, and at this point, I'm 75% sure he's lying so he can get a refund on whatever he purchased. The other 25% is he either lost it or another member of his household checked the mail before he did and just didn't tell him. But I don't speak those thoughts out loud.
He kept pressing for me to admit that I was the one who lost his package. He's following me as I walk around my vehicle and refusing to leave. All the while, the kind old lady is still in her car watching and listening to this all play out.
His behavior has long since crossed the line into harassment and I tell him this. "I have not!" He says, "I've been standing over here minding my own business. I just want to know what you plan to do about my package!"
So I tell him, "Nothing. You can call the postmaster. Now, go about your day."
He then calls me a fucking bitch, hops in his truck and slams the door, speeding off.
If it wasn't for the fact that that lady was there for all of it, I'm certain he would have tried to escalate things further.
#work suuuuucks#work problems#work rant#work stories#work struggles#fuck customers#the customer is not always right#stupid customers#i hate it here#customer service#save the usps#usps#rural problems#rural#rural life#fuck you karen
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That awkward silence when a customer asks me if there's other services like ours nearby and I genuinely don't know because I don't live in the area.
And the devastating confusion of "why don't you live in the area if you work here?"
"Because it's expensive"
"...well why don't you know where else I can have this is service done?"
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Me, filling a helium balloon: what color string do you want?
Customer: oh, it's for a man
Me: WHAT COLOR STRING DO YOU WANT
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“Being rude to service staff is a red flag bc it probably means they’ll be rude to you too at some point” no it’s bad to be rude to service staff bc those are people also. A lot of people are rude to service staff and very nice to everyone else bc their treatment of others depends on their perception of whether those are people. We’re not a test or a hypothetical, we’re humans that matter
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Watching Rourke completely lose his shit at the end of Atlantis:
Normal people: "holy fuck, this dude's insane!"
Retail/fast food workers: "lol, that's just me after a week of customers."
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