Adventures in retail: And you thought -I- was a bitch. (1658 hits)
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Submitted by Ashlee (View user info) at 2004-12-22 17:43:53 EST
Okay. So it's been about two and a half weeks since my last day at Glamour Shots. Up until now, I have accepted responsibility for my unemployment. I haven't tried to blame the idiot owner, who regularly sent me into homicidal rages, nor have I tried to blame the cunt assistant manager, who intentionally scheduled me on the worst possible shifts, despite the fact that I was one of the best employees and had been there longer than anyone else, her included. I haven't tried to blame the new manager, fresh in from New York, who immediately dismissed my sales abilities because one client had an emergency and had to leave in the middle of the sale. And to be fair, the fault doesn't lie fully with any of them. But likewise, it doesn't lie fully with me either.
It mostly lies with HER.
Let me take you back to mid-November. I'm doing a quality-check on the latest shipment, ensuring that each order came in correctly and that there were no flaws in the pictures, when a seemingly shy older woman enters the store. I check my watch, this would be our 7 O'clock appointment. The appointment is for three people, but she's alone. Her daughter and granddaughter will arrive soon, she explains.
I set up the makeup stations, and then went and called my coworker to come back downstairs. I preferred being in the store alone, so whenever someone else was working with me, I didn't mind at all if they did a little shopping or took an extended break, just as long as I could reach them if I needed help with an appointment. My coworker, Katie, arrived at the same time as the woman's daughter and granddaughter. I noticed that the "occasion" line of the appointment sheet stated that the pictures were to be a "surprise gift for husband," so I inquired as to which woman's husband would be the recipient. The oldest woman explained that it would be for her husband, and that they wanted pictures of each of them alone as well as them together. Her daughter piped up, informing me that she would be the one paying for the pictures, as a Christmas gift to her mother. I gave her the paperwork to fill out, and started on the youngest woman's makeover.
All was well, the makeovers were finished, and the photo session was going along nicely. Katie was their photographer, so I decided to take a little break. I heated my dinner in the microwave, and sat down in the break room to eat it. Just as I sat, I heard my name being called. I peeked around the corner and saw a friend of mine at the front of the store, looking for me. I stood up, and invited her to come back and sit down. She and I carried on a conversation as I ate, as was our usual habit when she stopped by the mall. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. Normally, Cathy wasn't in the store.
Fast forward to about thirty minutes later. My friend is gone, I'm sitting in the office waiting for the photo session to be concluded. The door opens, and Katie comes in and hands me the memory card containing the customer's digital photos. I upload the photos, and the group comes in to view them. By now, it's past nine, and Cathy isn't happy about that. Nevermind that she was informed that the session would take 3-4 hours for three people and she still insisted on the 7 O'clock appointment. She barely allowed me to get two words in while showing her the pictures, and forget about demonstrating the digital enhancements. Finally she had chosen her pictures, 21 sheets, all digitally retouched, plus a CD with all images on it.. Now, this next part surprised me, because I myself had gone over the prices of photos and digital products with her mere hours ago, during her makeover, and she said that she understood. When her total came to $2,200, she went from bitch to... I don't know, whatever's a step past bitch. I waited for her to calm down, explained again the breakdown of the prices, and offered her free shipping. She calmed down, handed over her credit card. I was a little shocked when it went through (normally we have to call in large amounts like that), but it cleared, she signed, bitched about how long she'd been there, and was finally on her way, never to be seen by me again.
I wish.
All was well for about a week, when her husband found out how much she'd spent in our store. She called back, explaining that he wanted her to cancel the order and get her money back. Unfortunately for her, Glamour Shots has a "no refund" policy. She tried to say that nobody told her that, but that was something else I had gone over with her. Not only that, but it is so stated on the customer's invoice, which was highlighted and read aloud to her before she left the store. Wisely, company policy dictates that after reading the invoice, the customer signs it and we keep a copy in their file. Her request was denied.
The next day, she was in the store again, pictures in hand, shouting. Five out of her twenty-one pictures had come back incorrectly retouched (no quality check had been performed as the photos had been sent directly to her), and she was RAVING about it. The owner managed to somehow calm her down, and offered to replace the photos, and to include an extra sheet of her choice at no charge as compensation for the mistake. She agreed and was on her way. Again, all was well.
Not.
It turned out that the corrected photos were shipped to the store, instead of her house. When Glamour Shots receives photos, after the quality check, they call the customer to let them know that their purchase is available for pickup. This time, the new girl was the one checking the product and making the calls. When she came to Cathy's order, she didn't notice the box marked "this session is a surprise" and mistakenly called the first number on the sheet instead of the "safe number." Unfortunately, that first number was Cathy's parent's number. Her father, who was to receive the pictures as a gift, answered the phone and was informed that the pictures were ready, thus alerting him to what his present was going to be. Now, of course, the employee was partly to blame, but she was new and everyone makes mistakes. I understand that it's upsetting to have a surprise ruined that way. However, I just don't feel too badly for the stupid cunt who put her dad's number on the paper to start with.
Later that day, I was in the middle of a makeover, and the phone started to ring. Everyone in the store was busy with a customer, so nobody moved to answer it. This happened several more times. I had just finished with the customer I was working with when it rang again, so I answered it. "It's a great day at Glamour Shots, this is Ashlee, may I book an appointment for you today?" Well that was what I was going to say. What I got out was more like "It's a gr," before the screaming started.
"I think it's amazing that I called six times and nobody answered, but when I called from my mother's phone you answered right away!"
I explained to the customer that everyone had been assisting another customer at the time that the phone had started to ring, and that I had just finished with what I was doing and would be happy to help her. She of course didn't believe me, and continued to scream. So loudly, in fact, that the four other customers in that part of the store and the other makeup artist on duty looked at me questioningly, wondering what all the noise was about. I listened to the woman on the line yell about how she had called before, and had been put on hold. I still didn't know who the hell I was talking to, so I waited for her to take a breath and politely interjected that I was sorry that whatever her problem was had not been resolved, could she please tell me her name and what the issue was and I'd be happy to help. Cathy Virtuoso, she snapped, and all of a sudden I had a headache. She continued "Is it all coming back to you now?" and other such things, very condescendingly reminding me of the sale, of how much money she had spent, etc. What she didn't tell me was what she was so upset about. Instead she went on another tirade, berating me for the way I had done her mother's makeup (the mother had rated the makeover a 10 on a 1-10 scale), among other things. She told me to let her talk to the manager (who was in the middle of a sale) or the owner (who was out of town) right away. When I told her that neither of the two were available, but I would try to help solve her problem if she would tell me what was wrong, she started screaming at me again.
Amidst her ranting, something stuck out to me. She said something along the lines of "you're a heartless bitch." I (stupidly) asked why she thought that. She informed me that she had heard me say that I don't really mourn my father's death, and that her grandfather on her mom's side had died a month before their session. After a moment of thinking, I realized that I did, in fact, say that. However, A) I was talking to my friend, and not to her, B) I was in another room and on my break at the time, C) I had no way whatsoever of knowing about her grandfather's death, and D) the man died FIFTEEN YEARS AGO. My friend and I were discussing our general lives, and both of us had lost our fathers at young ages. We had talked about the ways we had dealt with growing up without dads, and how it affected our lives today. Cathy, and apparently her mother, had overheard part of this conversation, and took it upon themselves to be offended about something that wasn't really any of their business. I did apologize if my words had offended her, just for the record.
Finally, at least twenty minutes into the phone call, she finally got around to telling me about the phone call her father received. She demanded a refund. She informed me that if I didn't let her talk to the manager or owner immediately, she would come to the store "and you do NOT want me there right now!" I explained again that they were not available, but that the manager would be finishing what he was doing shortly if she'd like to wait. Meanwhile, I pulled up the phone number for mall security on the computer (gotta be prepared, right?). Again with the screaming. Finally, the manager walked out, and I told the psycho on the line that he would be available in just a minute. I covered the mouthpiece, told him that I would handle the customer's invoice and payment, and all but shoved the phone into his hands. He went into the office and shut the door, and I went on about my business. Other customers, who had heard her screaming at me and watched as I stood there quietly and listened, actually came up to comfort me and assure me that some people were just crazy. You may or may not believe me, but I'm actually a pretty nice person, and I think I handled the whole thing quite well. I was polite and apologetic, I tried everything I could think of to calm the woman down. When the manager came out again, all he said to me was "you shouldn't have been talking to her. You're the reason she's upset." After informing him that talking to her hadn't exactly been on my list of things I wanted to do in life, I asked what he meant about it being my fault.
Now, this was his second day as manager. He hadn't been there when Cathy originally came in, nor was he there the second time, when her pictures were wrong (I suspect that they were fine, and find it strange that she didn't have a single problem with anything until her husband got mad about how much she'd spent), so he wasn't familiar with the whole situation. I explained to him about the conversation I'd had with someone else (apparently, she had made it sound like I said it directly to her mother) , about the makeover (which I had done exactly to the older woman's specifications, I even showed him the scorecard where she'd given a 10) and that I had not been the one to check in the pictures. After a bit of investigation, we found out who HAD made the call. He seemed satisfied with my explanation, agreed that Ms. Virtuoso seemed a little insane, and the evening went on smoothly.
The next day, a Saturday, I came in early, as I did every Saturday. My routine was to get some coffee, go down to the store, and do the morning's paperwork while I enjoyed the peacefulness of the quiet morning. That day went on as every Saturday before it had, until about 12:30, when the owner arrived back from his trip. I was in the office, installing Adobe Photoshop onto the computer (they use it to demonstrate the digital products. One employee had installed his copy onto the store computers a few months previous. When he was [wrongfully] fired, he came back and removed the program, and left behind some other nasty surprises, but that's a whole other post by itself.) , when the owner walked in. He started off innocently, with "So I talked to Cathy Virtuoso." I joked that I felt his pain, assuming that he had also spoken to the manager. Apparently he hadn't. As he started to reprimand me for something I didn't even do, I prepared to tell him the same things I had told the manager the night before. I feel at this point I should mention that the owner is this really obnoxious, REALLY opinionated little Italian guy who still thinks women are second-class citizens and that he's never wrong. He's like, maybe five foot three and I think he tried to make up for his lack of height with his abundance of attitude. This sexist, ignorant, loud little man has this amazing ability to infuriate me as nobody else can. Naturally, instead of listening to what I had to say, he ignored the fact that I was even speaking and continued to yell at me.
I worked there for six months, and that man never successfully yelled at me. I may be a nice girl, but I WILL stand up for myself. After the first three or four times that he tried to bitch me out, he learned that I wouldn't put up with his bullshit and he stopped trying. At this point, he'd been out of the store for about a month and I guess maybe he forgot, because he didn't shut up this time. Tired of being interrupted and berated, I finally snapped. I take full responsibility for calling him a mouth breathing sexist midget, and telling him he could take his attitude and shove it up his ass. Grabbing my purse, slamming the office door, and going home was probably not the best way to handle the situation. However, try as I might, I cannot seem to make myself stop thinking that the whole thing never would have happened, that I wouldn't have become unemployed right before Christmas, if Cathy Virtuoso wasn't a psychotic cunt. That's Cathy Virtuoso, 12901 Helm Drive, Jacksonville, FL, 32258. (904) 880-6952. Blue Cross Blue Shield employee and stupid fucking whore.
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-12-24 03:09:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
yeah... i would have snapped.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-23 16:46:16 EST (#)
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Cathy's husband wasn't the one the pictures were for. The pictures were for her father. Her husband found out what she spent because it was on their credit card statement, and the father found out because of the new girl.
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2004-12-23 15:55:34 EST (#)
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What about her husband getting mad about how much she spent at Glamour Shots? Did he know before the new girl called him?
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-23 15:00:32 EST (#)
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Please.
A) This information was already available on the internet, as I've pointed out several times. In fact, that's where I got it.
B) If someone ELSE were to harrass her using this information, the calls would be traced to that person, not me. They'd only be hurting themselves.
C) You really think those assholes have my real address? Hell no. They have a P.O. Box belonging to a friend and a cell phone number (if they even have that anymore, which I doubt.)
I don't want or expect anyone from Uber to bother her. My hope is that this post will come up in connection with her in, say, a google search. A lot of employers in Jacksonville do that before hiring, and I don't think any of them want an irrational psychopath working for them.
Submitted by Totally_useless (user info) at 2004-12-23 14:47:48 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Sorry, Ashlee, but I think that was wrong. And stupid. You just made yourself very vulnerable to any asshole on this site who has a problem with you. Somebody can easily keep calling her with harassing messages, and everytime, they could start with "Hi! This is Ashlee from Glamour Shots. Remember me, cunt?"
Your info would be easily traced through the store by the police after a harassment charge was filed.
But, meh, it's your life.
Submitted by sketch9 (user info) at 2004-12-23 14:19:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
while working at mcdonalds we had a guy grab one bag of food through the drive through, leaving roughly over half of his food behind in the store. as so often happens, he returned about fourty five minutes later, bitching and screaming. His face was so red i figured he was going to pop like a walking zit. he immediately demanded to talk to a manager, who informed him that he drove off without his food. The man bitched for another fifteen minutes, causing everyone to look at him, and said it was obviously the employee's fault because "they didnt tell him" he had more food coming. If you order fifteen double cheeseburgers, eight fries, apple pies, big macs, grilled chickens and countless other things, you'd expect more than one bag, right?
guess not.
he kept saying that "this mcdonalds never gets anything right" and demanded "free shit"
he almost didnt leave, and became enraged the the point of hulking out when he was informed that he couldnt get his "free shit".
fucking people.
Submitted by standardeviant (user info) at 2004-12-23 13:46:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I used to work at outback in Louisiana. The most obnoxiousperson for me was actually a certain Kicker for the Saints back in 1996. Some kid asked for an autograph and he went ballistic! I thought he was going to beat the shit out of the kid.
He was crying and the dad got up to beat the shit out of the guy. We had to restrain him and give the kid a free chocolate thunder.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-12-23 13:05:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
AHAHAHAHAH!!!!
WOW. Now that's a hate post.
Submitted by lizzard (user info) at 2004-12-23 12:39:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
all of us who have lived in retail have a customer like this. it's unfortunate that these people even exist.
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-12-23 12:25:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I came back to read this again because it was so awesome. It's really well written, Ashlee. Nice work.
I worked in a salon for a while, and hoo boy. Most of the people, no problem at all, sort of surprisingly smooth running. But the exceptions to the rule...wow. Just raving bitches.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2004-12-23 09:41:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
She might not be bale to sue you for Libel, but if anyone from this site starts calling her, and she somehow figures out it is because of this post, then you can get in trouble for harrassment.
She does sound like a cunt rag, but you can't blame her for you being fired, anyway if the owner was such a dick, and your boss wouldn't support you, you don't want the job anyway.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2004-12-23 08:56:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good post.
Big bitch.
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2004-12-23 08:18:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Stick it to The Man!
Submitted by The_Great_Tom (user info) at 2004-12-23 07:10:30 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-23 03:01:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
That's got to be the best story ever...
Submitted by TimeCop (user info) at 2004-12-23 02:49:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This lady found an earring in her salad. She decided the guy in the back with the unusual ear piercings (me) was to blame. She raised holy hell for ten minutes. I just let her keep going. Everyone was staring. When she finished I said "Ma'am, that earring bears a striking resemblance to the one in your left ear. Where's the one that belongs in the right ear?"
It was her own fucking earring. The ENTIRE story busted out laughing at her.
Submitted by Ainkara (user info) at 2004-12-23 02:48:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh... wow....
See, this is why I hate people sometimes.
Submitted by quack (user info) at 2004-12-23 01:09:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
whoa, major bitch.
i was over at the avenues yesterday, too. saw that place. that mall is ridiculously crowded.
good luck on the job search, merry xmas.
Submitted by Freight_Train (user info) at 2004-12-22 23:56:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
wow you learn to relax
you probably had your periods eh? don't worry, you'll be all right, as soon as you can find somebody with a dick
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2004-12-22 23:10:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
In the name of everyone who has to put up with irrational fuck faces, including women who don't like their pictures and short Italian men, I am going to 'take advantage' of that information you put at the end there.
Nice story!!
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-12-22 22:44:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Here ya go.
Submitted by fell-8-me (user info) at 2004-12-22 22:30:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No I didn't.
Submitted by Death_Metal_Dude (user info) at 2004-12-22 22:06:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
cunts are fags
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-22 21:49:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Customers suck.
In her defense, working for BCBS can make you psychotic as hell.
I don't see what you could have done differently. It must be Murphy's Law that dictates cringe inducing mistakes like blowing the surprise only happens when the situation is horrible to start with.
Submitted by Duckhunter7382 (user info) at 2004-12-22 20:17:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I see nothing wrong with posting her info if she fucks you over you should be able to fuck her over. Whoever says 2 wrongs don't make a right is full of shit. I work in retail so I know how fucked up and unreasonable some customers can be.
Submitted by Fleshy (user info) at 2004-12-22 20:06:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I as well worked in a Piggly Wiggly and I've had some "awesome" customers in my day. First off our most famous customer, until he died that is, was called "shuffle-bottom" because of the way he walked, no don't visualize it pay attention! He was a man at least in his 70s, short, and getting overweight. Here's the thing though, he would only check out if there was a female working the register because, "boys didn't turn him on," yeah right buddy.
There were days that he would stand at the end of the row of check-out lanes for Over An Hour waiting for a female to start working! The funny thing is that whenever he would get close to checking out, we'd just send all of our females on break and he would just get so damn pissed off. Then he would resort to taking 10-20 items or so from our freezers and placing them behind other items in the store so they would melt and fuck up everything. He has called at least every male worker in our story a woman or fag at one time or another and drove several employees to actually tell him to fuck off to his face. The managers laughed at him when he told them what happened.
Other than shuffles, we've had some retarded thieves come into our store, who the hell steals baby food? But my favorite was this old senile guy that that never had any of his groceries bagged, just placed back in the cart, and upon informing him that he had to pay for his groceries, would start throwing credit/id/membership cards at you along with coins and, if you were lucky, paper money. You had about a 50-50 shot that he would actually have enough money for everything. These are just a few of the "good" customers I've had.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:46:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Eh, what can I say? I'm a vindictive bitch. I really think that she deserves a lot worse than my copy and pasting information that was already on the internet. At least I didn't start calling her job and get HER in trouble, like one of my coworkers suggested.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:40:17 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
You REALLY didn't just write this post...did you?
I guess you did. And that's a shame.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:36:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I supported this right up to the point where you posted her details.
Granted, she sounds like a total bitch - but you essentially just brought yourself down to her level.
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:12:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:55:09 (#)
Ranking: 0
Caul, this woman essentially cost me my job. I didn't go into full detail, but her psychosis contributed in making my working life hell for almost a month. I guess I posted it as some kind of revenge. I wasn't really thinking of people bugging her, but more that a google search for herwould turn up this post, a'la the google feeding with fetish. I'm just a bitter, bitter girl.
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Speaking of that Fetish thing, some other Eric Rice has a site and he's put up 2 or 3 articles now bitching because Google's new search suggestion feature adds "child molestor" to his name when he searches for it.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:10:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Yeah, good point. Nuurrrrrrrrr.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:04:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Hahaha. You beat me out for bad retail experiences when you said "I worked at piggly wiggly." That had to be a nightmare in and of itself.
Eagle: Maybe the name "Cathy" just carries with it the mantle of "bitch." I don't know any other Cathys so I'm not a good judge.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-12-22 19:00:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sorry I abandoned you, Ashlee, but I got a phone call from someone I haven't talked to in almost a year.
ANYWHO
I worked at Piggly Wiggly (the grocery store) for about 2 years in high school..I don't have any real great specific stories, nothing novel-worthy, but a few shitty anecdotes.
How about the time I had the hairy-legged, neon skirt and fannypack-wearing, body odor stinking freak come through my aisle and buy like fifty cans (at least) of cat food..then she digs through her fanny pack for those little red-edged coupons they print out, and after I ring them all through and I add up her total, she insists that the coupon printer thingie ought to print out more coupons for her beloved kitty grub..I tried to explain to her that we had no control over when the coupons printed, she didn't believe me...
Psycho!
Or that one time at 4 pm on Christmas eve that everyone and their fucking brother thought it would be a good idea to do all of their month's grocery shopping at once..and some chick was digging in her purse with a bit of plastic baggy sticking out, counting change..I said, "you can just dump that out and count it if you want."
She dumped out over thirty dollars in coins. I love how everyone in line behind her gave *ME* the evil eye. Dumb bitch could have counted that shit up *while* I was ringing up her order!AAH! And then the bookkeeper bitched that I didn't count exactly how many dollars were in quarters, how many in dimes, etc etc etc. Grr!
I also liked the bitch that threw her shit down on the conveyor belt and the first thing out of her mouth was "if I miss the bus it's going to be *your* fucking fault!"
Cunts.
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:58:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow. That was some powerful rant.
I know a Cathy almost EXACTLY like this one. Hmm. Lives in a state that is not Florida though.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:50:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
It only counts as libel if I'm accusing her of something that's not true. For example, if I had said that Cathy Virtuoso is definitely a prostitute and that she makes child porn in her spare time, that would be libel. Insulting her doesn't count.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:46:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This actually *could* be prosecutable for slander/libel, I think. Fucked if I really know, though. Just be careful.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:21:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ooooh, posting her information- not so good.
Otherwise, you handled things far better than I would have, because I would have shot her after the second call. But that's just me. It's also probably why I don't work in a setting that has anything to do with actual communication with 'customers' (other than the road techs who are bitter and angry and tired and so they don't really care any more).
Submitted by L-Gizzle (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:13:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I worked Blockbuster Video for a few years, you would not imagine the fits people have over late fees, like it was our fault they were too fucking lazy to bring Titanic back on time.
Submitted by FreshPrince (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:10:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ha, the fun of assholes on the phone...
One time someone I was talking to was screaming so loud that the phone didnt even pick everything up...
It just sorta cut out.
"He..You..Moth..ker.."
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:10:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Right! Besides, a little cheating never hurts if it remains discreet right?
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:04:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Caul: Yes. But it doesn't count if I'm in another country... right?
Sunjunkie: A) the woman is in her 40's and B) The only thing I didn't get from whitepages.com was blue cross blue shield, and i'm not even certain she still works there. Her info is readily available on the internet and in the phone book.
Submitted by Monarch (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:00:36 EST (#)
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Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:55:23 (#)
Ranking: 2
OOH OOH! Most heated! let's all talk about our shitty experiences in customer service!
Cmon, pipe up, I'm sure you all have at least ONE!
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Heh, I worked in the produce department of Fred Meyer. I think that says it all.
Submitted by screamfeeder (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:00:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I have worked Techsupport.
My stories make this seem like a Rough day swimming in $100 bills.
But that does suck.
Submitted by sunjunkie04 (user info) at 2004-12-22 18:00:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I'd do her for several reasons:
Reason 1: She sounds hot. All bitches are hot.
Reason 2: Blue Cross is my coverage, so maye I'll break my cock off in her ass and we'll both be covered.
Reason 3: She sounds like a slut, and sluts are fun. Plus, she can probably afford that herpes treatment under the coverage.
Reason 4: She pissed you off enough to warrent a bitch feast of a post.
Reason 5: Now that I have her info, I can stalk her and hide in the bushes. When I reveal myself, I can say that I got her info from you on this post and you'll winde up in dyke prison with Martha Stewart making decorative doilies to wipe cunt juice from the daily donut bumping session in the shower.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:59:52 EST (#)
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Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:55:09 (#)
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Caul, this woman essentially cost me my job. I didn't go into full detail, but her psychosis contributed in making my working life hell for almost a month. I guess I posted it as some kind of revenge. I wasn't really thinking of people bugging her, but more that a google search for herwould turn up this post, a'la the google feeding with fetish. I'm just a bitter, bitter girl.
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Oh come on baby, don't lie to me. Women are evil, I know that. All right, I'll lay off of you even though I'm sure you did it for the reason I stated.
On to another matter...
Are you still married?
Submitted by WiKi (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:57:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I hated working at American Eagle.
That's all I'll say about retail.
But my job at Nissan is pretty sweet.. sometimes.
This one customer comes in a lot.. he always tells jokes. Something about milk baths and "Would you like it pasteurized?" blah blah.. he's a cool guy.
Ok, I'm done.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:56:34 EST (#)
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This is probably my most stressful experience in retail hell. Now it's your turn, coley!
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:55:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
OOH OOH! Most heated! let's all talk about our shitty experiences in customer service!
Cmon, pipe up, I'm sure you all have at least ONE!
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:55:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Caul, this woman essentially cost me my job. I didn't go into full detail, but her psychosis contributed in making my working life hell for almost a month. I guess I posted it as some kind of revenge. I wasn't really thinking of people bugging her, but more that a google search for herwould turn up this post, a'la the google feeding with fetish. I'm just a bitter, bitter girl.
Submitted by coley (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:54:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
WTF I READ ALL THAT
but yeah, posting her info...not good.
Submitted by WiKi (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:52:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Jacksonville, Floridians are ASSHOLES.
Some of 'em. The psychotic cunt ones.
Ashlee, you should come party with me some day. :D
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:50:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I'd still do you though
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-12-22 17:50:07 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
I skimmed the post.
But then I saw you posted her personal info. Why? So we would give her shit? Why else would you do that?
That was stupid Ashlee. And more psychotic than this cunt is.