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They Should Be Thankful I Like My Job

The customers at my store that is. Seriously people? What is it about the holiday season that makes the asshats and douches think only their lives are chaotic and in complete disarray? I didn't get the memo that I must have a perfect, stress free week. I'll have to fire my assistant. Oh wait, I need one of those before I can fire them. Damn.

I get to work tomorrow, into the evening, and there are two customers I am just waiting to hear from. Customer One: The lady who sees every single register is lit up, has a cashier and is functioning. She's the one who will come to the service desk and ask if we can call someone up to help cashier. Last year when a lady asked me that I looked at her and asked her, nicely of course, what register I should put that cashier on. She looked around and said she didn't know but it was ridiculous that the lines were so long. Another memo missed. Clearly, she was the only one allowed to shop the day before T-Day. Not one other soul was permitted.

Customer Two: There are multiples of this one. Invariably the service desk gets the shaft of crappy customers on T-Day eve. We get the ticked off customers at 7pm who want a fresh turkey. Not a frozen one because, well silly, because it won't defrost in time. I'm sorry we don't keep 2,842 fresh turkeys in stock the day before. Last year I told people that I was sorry but the fresh ones were high demand. That never works. The customers want to know how the hell they are supposed to thaw an 11 lb turkey overnight. I don't know these things. I am not Rachel Ray. or Martha.

These people should really be happy that I like my job. If I didn't, well, we just don't want to go there.

Comments

Steph said…
Not sure if you picked it, but you are definitely coming back on a craptastic week and holiday season, the whole holiday is about FOOD, so everyone is bound to be walking around with sticks up there bum and it sucks you are on the short end of the stick. OMG, I just realized that doesn't sound very good, when you put those two sayings together! lol. Hey, at least you get to come chilax at my hizouse on Thursday and I get to stress about cooking the bird :)
Mandy said…
i would like to add in the mixture of one and two... we'll call them 1/2... the customer who comes to the desk to bitch about lines and then wants you to ring up their not even express lane order at the desk. remember like 2 years ago when i got in a fight with that nut case on turkey day eve?!

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