He got angry because I placed his chocolates on top his chips in a rather fierce and determined manor in the plastic bag. He then proceeded to yell at me.
I cryed. :(
Name traumatizing work experiences.
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He got angry because I placed his chocolates on top his chips in a rather fierce and determined manor in the plastic bag. He then proceeded to yell at me.
I cryed. :(
Name traumatizing work experiences.
A'yo, I've had about five costumers who didn't know the full explanation when it comes to redeeming Reward Zone Money at Best Buy and MAN. It's always fun to watch them scream at me. In the back of my mind I'm like, "Open your mouth a little wider so I can shut you the hell up with my-..." You get the picture...:roll2
Traumatizing.. Hm. Nothing really traumatized me. I've broken down from animals getting euthanized. First time I made friends with a "mean" dog. And saw a completely different side of it. And come in the next day and its gone. I walked out. And now seven years later, I had to euthanize an animal myself a while back. One I'd known for a while. That was pretty messed up. It needed to be done and I did it, I broke down after though. Probably one of the only times I've broken in front of people. In fact it might be the only time other than like deaths in the family and whatnot
I've been physically thrown from a moving saw because I made a mistake cutting something. Not really traumatizing, but I could have gotten seriously hurt, and it pissed me right the smurf off!
One day I realized I'd have to work for at least twenty years of my life *shudder*
I have more stories than I can count. Let me count off my favorites though.
* This one isn't an enjoyable one, but because of some sort of hoodie I was wearing, I got asked if I was pregnant three times in one day. I was so angry that I almost screamed at a customer, and spent the rest of the work day sobbing. I still don't even realize how I looked remotely pregnant, even with the sagging of the hoodie and the fact that I was about 10 lbs heavier then, but that was one of the major factors that finally pushed me to quit working at TJ Hell. They asked me if I was pregnant really cheerily too, like it was perfect normal and great that a 16 year old girl was pregnant, which was freakish to me.
A few funnier ones:
* A minute to closing time, a woman comes up to me with a bunch of random crap from the random crap sections of TJ Maxx that attract all of the trashy people. She had a wrapped sealed bottle of liquid soap - and she demanded a 10% discount on it, because it wasn't "filled to the top" - and the bottle cost a dollar. She argued with me for 10 cents over something that clearly wasn't my fault, or the work place's.
* I had to organize giant suitcases and luggage despite being one of the smallest and youngest employees because my manager hated me with a vigor, and one day, a bunch of asian and MILF themed porn spilled out of a suitcase everywhere.
* This one didn't happen to me specifically, but I was in the vicinity when it happened. A women wanted to return a box of some sort from the Random Crap aisle. It was priced $10 on the receipt, but the sticker was lost from it, so the manager reprinted a sticker to scan it for the return at $9.99. She freaked out screaming he was trying to rip her off - an entire penny. The fight got brutal, you could hear her everywhere, and eventually she got escorted from the store. Over a penny.
* There used to be a really freakish middle aged who would just come to the store everyday and just hang out and talk to people. She was sketchy, and smelled like mental illness. One day, she came in and brought me in a biscotti cake for me and demanded I eat it. I didn't know what to do.
* When I worked the fitting room section, old women who made me come into their rooms and zip them up, and I'd have to see their old saggy breasts. :|
* When I worked at Game Stop, one day, a 10 year old boy who was clearly crushing on me came in and started blabbing and blabbing, nervous in a young crush boy fashion. I thought it was cute. But then, he goes outside of the store, in full sight of me, staring at me. Then she sits in a massage chair, turns it on, and pretends to orgasm over and over, moaning and screaming, still looking at me. Me and my manager lol'd. But then he called the cops on the boy... xD
I'll post more later if they come to mind. I almost miss working in places where I interact with horrible trashy people - so many stories!
Oh the fun of working at BBY :P I work there too :( How bout those magazine subs?!?!?!?! *head desk*Quote:
Originally Posted by TyphoonThaReapa
I don't really have any traumatizing experiences. I do have the occasional man who would rather talk to a male employee, even if that male employee is still in a white polo.
Grill cooks spitting in my food. Taht's why I make my own food
Cool.
It's a good thing I'm mainly in the kitchen because I don't deal well with rudeness. :)
@fonz should have :bou::bou::bou::bou: in his bag and said there's your smurfing chocolate!!!
i laugh when people bitch about stuff i did do, when they start bitching about stuff i haven't done i get mad
Ok well, traumatising experiences:
1) Once when I worked for Sainsbury's we watched a middle aged woman who came in with her husband :bou::bou::bou::bou: all over an aisle. I'm not kidding she took a crap in one of the BWS (beers, wines and spirits) aisles. The couple were one of those filthy dirty, smelly comes in in dirty clothes type couples and she honestly didn't seem to notice or care that she was :bou::bou::bou::bou:ting everywhere. Even our store cleaners refused to clear it up leaving a duty manager to do it.
2) Again in Sainsbury's I was on a checkout and this customer tried to do a cash snatch when paying which is they'll pay in whatever will keep the till open longest and then try to snatch whatever cash they can and run. I saw this hand come shooting in and in reaction crushed it with the register tray lid by smacking my elbow down so hard in to the till lid that I not only dented it inwards with my elbow but broke the guy's hand and bent the till lid outwards where his hand was.
3) In my first job I had to physically eject a kid for being abusive to customers, it was a computer games store and he was a kurdish child from the owner of the kebab place down the road. He never brought games there he just came in to hang around and be a little bit of a jerk. I physically picked him up and threw him in to the street one day after he refused to leave he then went and got his older brother and father to come up to the store. This resulted in a confrontation between me and my mate who were doing PS2 repairs at the time holding screw drivers because the elder brother had thought it wise to bring a knife along.
Some of the nicer but still "dude thats quite weird" things that happened are stuff like my recent stalker chick who found me on facebook after being served in HMV by me. We later went for a coffee and a chat together, she was actually a nice and attractive girl.
I can probably post more things later.
D:
Some guy bought ice one day. So, he went to run towards the ice cooler, but some of the ice was melted on the ground(it had just been delivered). He proceeded to bust his ass right on the tile. The funny thing was he just like, jumped up, and shook it off as if nothing happened.
So funny. :p
So I guess his pride came during the fall?Quote:
Originally Posted by Fonz
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 :/
A guy yelled at me over the phone once. Basically, he needed to pay for his suit and the alteration costs beforehand which, as a newbie, I didn't know at the time. I told him to his face that I didn't know and that I would check, and hold the suit for him until I knew. After I'd found out later that day, I gave the guy a call to fill him in on the new info. He got angry and told us that he was a very important man and even knew the mayor of Bristol. Yeah. He actually said that. Even better was the fact that we allowed him to have the alterations made and to pay for it all afterwards, which he claimed made his life very difficult. Except that it obviously didn't, because the day on which he would need to pick up the suit remained the same. Also, after having claimed he needed the suit by Friday (we had already told him it would be available by Wednesday), he didn't pick it up until 4 weeks afterwards. And by "he", I mean his wife. Yeah.
Dickhead customers are just dickheads that you can't be rude to. That rule really sucks.
when I used to work in a night-club. There was this girl, who came there every single wednesday. She hit on me every single week. She used to wait outside the club after it closed. and ask me to kiss her everytime I served her a drink. I found her more creepy than the guys who used to make comments like "are your breasts real?" :|
At my current job, I haven't personally had any awful experiences. I've had a couple of customers swear at me, and that's about it - but I deal with complaints so I expect angry customers.
However, one of the TL's took a complaint last week from a customer. The customer was going nuts just because his phone model was out of stock, and he could either wait for it to come back into stock or choose another phone. The customer proceeded to tell the manager that he was going to "smurfing kill him and then rape his wife and mother"... just because the phone he wanted was out of stock! We have removed the customers insurance.
That's scary D:
Yeah, rape is hardly ever good. =/Quote:
Originally Posted by Jess
What a jerk.
i am in the kitchen because i dont want to deal with peopleQuote:
Originally Posted by Yar
20 years is fine. I was mad that I was going to work for up to 45 yearsQuote:
Originally Posted by Araciel
Actually it's closer to 50 years. What
A client of mine was severely constipated so I had to digitally stimulate their anus. When that didn't work I then had to insert an anal suppository. When that failed I had to insert my pointer and middle finger and manually pull the hardened fecal matter out.
Chemical wins.
/thread
Holy :bou::bou::bou::bou:.
PS Jess are your breasts real?
*isn't going to shake hands with ashley for a long time now*
Well. Every time I kick myself for not choosing a pre-med major so I could go into psychiatry and rolled around in money, I'll remember that story, Ashley, and remember why I chose not to do it and why I wussed into wanting to do psychology over psychiatry when I get my Master's. xD
Gawd, that's awful D:
Oh god, what am I in for? *recently changed to pre-medicine*Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
My health teacher was also a nurse. One of her stories was an old lady with very high potassium levels in the same room as a man who just had double knee replacements. She had to then help in the emergency room for a good half hour for some drunk person. If you are a med student I'm sorry.
My workplace didn't have something that the customer wanted.
and following up with his next thing, we also didn't have that day.
I was verbally abused, "smurfing foreign smurf" were his exact words.
edit: and that was the start of it :(
The best thing about this is how it's said. Completely unphased. xDQuote:
Originally Posted by Chemical
I don't think I could actually bring myself to do that, Chemical.
In the nightclub where I used to work, the cleaners used to get paid an extra £5 each time they cleaned up a drunken person's sick.
Sure!Quote:
Originally Posted by Bunny
I never had a guy yell at me, but I did have a guy get very angry and want a refund because...
he did the math in his head...
and the number on the register... was... lower?
yeah, true story.
Basically he bought something that was like buy one get one 50% off, well it was at JcPenney and the signing people hadn't changed it and the sign was suppose to say, buy one get one for 88cents.
When he found out his total was lower than the math he did in his head, he was pretty annoyed. I tried to explain to him that he's saving money, even the woman behind him was like "But you're paying less.." but he wouldn't have it.
I then had to refund the money back to him.
I hate this game.Quote:
Originally Posted by Ouch!
It's still under my nails.Quote:
Originally Posted by rubah
(SPOILER)Jk. I wore gloves
PSW work is the :bou::bou::bou::bou: end of the health care providing team. I hear it gets less crappy as my education progresses.Quote:
Originally Posted by Rye
If you're impressed by that you, you'd be floored by emotionally crippled performance during the act.Quote:
Originally Posted by Quin
I didn't either.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jess
Of love making? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by ChemicalIf you're impressed by that you, you'd be floored by emotionally crippled performance during the act.Quote:
Originally Posted by Quin
xDQuote:
Originally Posted by Avarice-ness
I'll never forget it.. I was the only one working in the mens section and then I'm greeted with that guy. > >Quote:
Originally Posted by qwertysaurxDQuote:
Originally Posted by Avarice-ness
There's a guy who comes in named Creepy Steve by those of us who work there. Let's just say he has earned that name.
There's a legend at our store that happened around 04' or 05'. The story goes like this; some guy steals a cucumber and some ranch dressing, and runs to the bathroom with the items. Well, a manager at our store sees this, and asks a stocker to see what he's doing.
So, the stocker rushes to the back and opens the bathroom door to find the man going at it with the cucumber smothered with ranch dressing. The man and the stocker's eyes meet, and Travis walks outside of the bathroom very slowly.
Running to the manager, he explains the fickle tale that's going on in the bathroom. The manager has a repulsive look on his face, and runs to the bathroom to find a half-empty bottle of ranch dressing spewed all over the floor with a very tainted cucumber on the counter.
The man had vanished.
When I was working as an HVAC (heating/air conditioning system for large buildings and factories) installer thingy, I fell through a drop ceiling and onto a guy's desk. He was not happy.
Two years back I was working at Fashion Designer studio as her assitant designer.. Basically I needed to wash my handafter my meal and I walked in just at she sharted in the toliet....
Needless to say I couldn't erase the image of 60+ woman sharting for long time.
Now I'd like to think of myself open minded especially since I work in the Fashion Business. Numerous males Designers or other Male Divas have tried to bed me which I respectfully declined...
But this one dude kept coming up with lines like these.
Are you wearing red underwear..If you do at some point, call me over.
Nice cowboy hat.. I'd like to ride a cowboy one these days...
You're cute, it be even cuter if you'd.....
X_X X_X
Techincally I've never been yelled at but I have been slapped before. I used to work The Sumpreme Commander of Till 4 (self titled, I was just a cashier) at a general store. Now I'm all up for a bit of flirting as it helps pass the day and usually gets some good banter. However this one woman just took it too far, you could smell alcohol and her breath and she was just generally vile. She kept on insisting that I smell her neck because she was wearing new perfume and I told her I'd rather not, no thanks, seriously no. Then all of a sudden she'd slapped, not hard or anything she was probably too drunk to muster the strength or accuracy for a good slap but I was still shocked. I just got the manager to deal with her after that.
And seriously Fonz, that story is gross.