So, I got yelled at by a customer today.

When I worked at the office I got yelled at by people with thick Indian or Asian accents for at least half of the day. I couldn't understand half of what they were saying since it was being shouted very loudly and rapidly. When I worked at GameStop forever ago, some kids came in with a bunch of stuff to trade in one night. Missing power cords, games with no cases, etc. Did the usual procedure with that, gave them their cash and closed the shop up at the end of the night. About two hours into my shift the next morning, a squad car comes rolling up to the store and a cop gets out. I may or may not have had a bag of pot on me at the time. He starts asking if two guys came in last night wanting to sell stuff. I gave him the information he requested, and he said it was all stolen merchandise. So I gathered it up and gave it back. Almost had to go to court to describe it too! Another time, the head manager decided it wasn't a good idea to tell me that we got a new security system so when I came into open the store, I couldn't shut the alarm off. Nothing wakes you up more than having a gun pointed at you from ten feet away and an alarm blaring in your smurfing ears.

The one guy who delivers pallets for the place I work now shows up baked out of his gourd every time he's here and just hangs out with us for an hour. He gives people t-shirts and :bou::bou::bou::bou:.

I work at Kroger Grocery store part time, mostly in the evenings after school/my job at a daycare (you can only imagine these stories... kids lol)

So for the past year or so we've been going through an expansion, more than doubling the size of our store. There have been a lot of wonderful stories.

One of my favorites was just after we opened the new section of the store and moved products around, no one knew where things were. Neither I nor the customer. So I was helping this one customer go around the store and find things. Her cart was about halfway full and she asked me, "So where is the canned pumpkin?" I respond, "I don't know, but I can help you find it." At this point she just pushes the cart away from her and states boldly, "Well I'm never shopping here again."

That's pretty much what I find hilarious. The customers response when they get upset is always, "I'm never shopping here again." Honestly, I don't smurfing care. It makes no different to me if the bitchy lady who complained that she couldn't find canned pumpkin won't shop after I spent a large deal of time helping her find stuff. In fact I'm glad she won't it's one less annoying customer to deal with!

The grand re-opening of the store is this thursday, so it'll be fun to see all the people come back that said they never would, and the new customers as well, all asking where everything is, instead of a know, reading all the signs above the aisles.


OH, one of the funnier ones was before the new section opened. After 9 pm we lock one of the doors, so there is only one door going in and out of the store. On the weekends there are undercover cops in the store that watch the cameras or wander around, watching the pharmacy section mostly. So this one guy is spotted trying to rob from the pharmacy section, and sprints across the store to the locked door, where he runs into it and falls on his arse. It was hilarious watching him run past the open door, across the store, and into the locked door.

THE JACKAL

You should have told him to shove his chocolates somewhere. D:<

Oh wait... then you would have gotten fired. Better to have cried, I guess. /:

Oh man...work experiences:

Dollar Tree: Yes, I worked at the Tree of the almighty Dollar. Well I had worked there for going on two months, and this guy started coming in everyday. He was a rather large black man, kind of disheveled and foamed at the mouth sometimes, seriously. Well, apparently this man was quite crazy, and thought he was rich, when in truth he was a new age nomad (hobo). Well he would come in and buy a few things, and then bug the cashiers (me) about "Hey, you see that car over there? I'll buy you a car jus' like that one. You wan' me to? I will!" I would politely decline and send him on his way. Well he also had a tendency to use the phones that are on the walls next to the registers, which bugged me because of his loud boisterous voice. Well one day he came in, and I had had a wretched day and was pissed right the smurf off... He used my phone, tried to talk to me about all the money he thinks he had and then proceeded to ask me for a ride home... :mad: anyone who knows my temper should know what happens next. I went off, I told him that if he had all this damn money then he needed to buy a phone so he wouldn't have to use my register phone, and that he could walk his happy ass across the street to the car dealership to buy a shiny new car and to please get out of the store so I could do my job in peace... Not traumatic for me, but traumatic for the unwitting hobo.

Quiznos: I hated this place. Another crazy man, different from the hobo, came in TEN MINUTES before close. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? Then started ranting about "They're everywhere, they're everywhere!!!" We asked him what and he started yelling about some game, saying this guy had kidnapped his parents and was holding them hostage until he could figure out a riddle and that the clues were everywhere. Eventually the guy was freaking out on us and our manager (another Will) asked him to look at his belt, where his 9mm was holstered. The guy went wild eyed and ran out of the shop...
I have a few more but I wont go into them

VZW: Everycall is the worst call yet.

That's not true.

But the man who told me his 14 y/o daughter was impregnated by her step-brother and that his wife left him because of was very lolz worthy.

So are the people who scream at me because THEY didn't pay their bill and NOW want to know why their next bill is even higher.

Holy cow. I used to work at Dollar Tree too. I have all sorts of stories from this place. Some funny, some enraging, some sad, some heart warming -

- We had one customer who liked to cross dress but he never did a good job of it. It was always amusing watching him stroll in with his hairy legs in hot pants and high heels. His breasts were uneven under his "No Fat Girls," tee shirt and the delightful scent of his perfume was the oil under his fingernails from working at the oil change place down the street.

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- Our register system went down one day so I made an announcement that there'd be a hold on transactions, we apologize for the inconvience, and we're doing all we can possibly do to correct the situation. I made two very large signs on the doors that resembled the same message. There's a bingo hall next to the store and they had just went on break. Apparently they could read numbers but not signs. A line suddenly formed of 20+ older women who wanted to only buy a candy bar or chips or something. When I made the announcement to them again I go called a bitch, fat ****, stupid *****, dumbass, ****, and all sorts of other words that require astericks and other symbols. Of course we knew how to take cash and count change back without the registers but the problem was that there would be no proof of said transactions. I don't think they understood that.

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- We're getting ready to close in twenty minutes and this adorable little girl in dirty clothes comes in with her mother. Her father is sitting out in their expensive new car. The girl is obviously sick as she's coughing and wheezing as her mother drags her around. The girl breaks away and comes to me and tells me that my pink headband was pretty and then asks if I thought her soiled, pink dress was pretty. I told her I did and then she ran outside ( she had to be about six ) and started throwing up all over the sidewalk. I rushed outside ( no customers left other than the mother ) and grabbed her hair and pulled it back and stood by her. I put my headband in her hair to keep her long bangs from getting gross.

When she was finished she smiled at me and thanked me. Her mother then bursts out the store going, "DOES NO ONE WORK HERE?!" I go in and ring her up and suggest sweetly that she should get her daughter a bottle of water because she was just sick. The woman sneers at the idea of spending $1 on water for her kid to drink and replies, "Stop pushing products on me!" I then asked if her daughter would be fine. My jaw dropped when the woman told me of all the different illnesses this girl had.

I very angrily canceled the woman's transaction, marched over to the cooler, grabbed a water, purchased it with my own money, and handed it to the child who began to drink it immediately. Feeling better knowing the girl had something to wash the puke from her mouth with, I finished ringing this woman up and they left without a word. I cried the entire time we closed the store for the night because I wasn't allowed to call the authorities on something so trivial.

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- There's a gentleman that came in that we affectionately called, "Dancing Man." He was mentally handicapped but handled his money well and walked to his three different dishwasher jobs he had up and down the street. He always smiled and after our routine of -
Me: "Hi there! How ya doing today? You carrying on like a rock star still?"
Him: "I'm reaaaaaaaaaaaaal good, pretty lady! I'm a rockstar!"
He would then proceed to do a horrible beat box noise and would dance and laugh. I'd make his change for the one item he would buy every single day at around 11:00 AM. He'd then leave.
It pissed me off when people would act cruel to or look down at him. He was the nicest customer.

Thats awesome, someone who knows the life of a Dollar Tree cashier :D
I guess I have a personality to where people want to talk to me about their life problems, I've had to shut my register down several times because a customer starts bawling if I ask them about their day and tells me whats going on. Sometimes its the awww moment of the day (in pity) or the *shudder* please take your items and go so I can wash my hands type of deal.

Yeah. I was hired in as a cashier but I did everything there all the time. I did the recovery, load in, load outs to other stores, stock, packaways, WOW table arrangements.... ugh.

I was offered assistant manager every other quarter but always turned it down. =/ I loved my store but hated the company.

Yeah, I did almost everything, but fortunately I was never asked to clean those god forsaken cesspool bathrooms... *shudder*
FINALLY A REASON TO USE IT ----> :barf:

Fun in tech support:
In high school we switched over to a new server system and had to change over all of the computers in the district by hand. In doing so a lot of teachers at the other buildings who didn't have dedicated tech support would dump their month/year old problems on us. In one case, a few classrooms hadn't had network connections in quite a while. The PCs were configured fine, and the cables were in good shape on the PC side, so we traced the wiring back to the wall. They actually fished the line through a hole in the bricking to another classroom, where I guess a few computers were all plugged into a switch that went to the actual main network. The only problem was that the teacher in this room decided to store a potted plant on top of the switch. It was a real plant, of course, which she watered regularly. So the switch was fried.

College tech support was, well, bad also. I had a lot of patience, but there were a lot of times when the network just went down for everyone, and it pissed me off when the spoiled kids would act like they deserved to go on Facebook.

Oh, there was the one time when a bunch of us were fixing a few problems in a suite-style dorm room and one of the suitemates busted her head open on her loft and was bleeding all over the place. That was my first day on the job.

I just really didn't like tech support.

I worked at a indoors swimming pool as a lifeguard for 1 year. Noone yelled, but everyday some morons did something stupid. And i had to tell them that they couldn't do stupid moron stuff inside the swimming pool...
Some got quite pissed.

I think indoors swimming centers attracts the same weirdos as shopping malls does

I hate how even indoor pools reek of sunblock :(

that's so sad about the girl, stephie :(

I haven't worked very long, so my most interesting work story is probably either getting chocolate syrup on the ceiling or slipping next to the ice cream machine while bringing up cups. hee!

I've worked in a kitchen for the last two years. My stories involve more crazy bosses who are alcoholics, coke-heads, and possibly doing crack than dealing with people at large.

Working for customer services at BT probably made for the most depressing six months of my life. Other than that I almost always enjoy my jobs, so if something bad happens it usually becomes funny quite quickly :/