{"id":430,"date":"2005-09-23T19:24:20","date_gmt":"2005-09-24T02:24:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/?p=430"},"modified":"2005-09-23T19:24:20","modified_gmt":"2005-09-24T02:24:20","slug":"430","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/undreamt.org\/log\/2005\/09\/23\/430\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8230;."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, right, I do believe that it is finally time (a month after I proposed it) for some customer stories!<\/p>\n<p>On my most recent shift:<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s Monday evening, and there are only two employees in the store: me and the assistant manager. She&#8217;s put me on cash because she does things more quickly than I do and is off doing something in the back. A family of three comes in&#8211;mother, father, and little girl of about 4 or 5. The mother marches up to the counter holding a pair of worn sandals and says, &#8220;Ah, I bought these shoes a while ago, and now I realize they&#8217;re breaking&#8230; do you have any more of this style in stock? &#8230; Here, I have the receipt.&#8221; I grimace inwardly. This is not going to be fun. I check for her and sure enough, we do not have any more in stock. &#8220;So what now?&#8221; she says. At this point, I&#8217;m thinking, &#8220;Great, I&#8217;m screwed. Our return policy has never been fully explained to me and now THIS?!&#8221; I run to the back to check with my manager, who says that even though she bought the shoes two months ago, since she has the receipt, she can exchange them.<\/p>\n<p>Okay. Fine. I let the customer know this and point to our kids section. She asks me to measure her daughter&#8217;s feet. So I grab my measury thing and head down the aisle. I bend down and touch her daughter&#8217;s foot&#8211;I need her to take off the shoe to measure properly. The kid SCREAMS. Loudly. After a moment, the mother says, &#8220;Oh, do you need her to take off her shoes?&#8221; I mumble something.<\/p>\n<p>So meanwhile, they&#8217;re busy browsing and I am busy running around checking that the other customers are finding what they need. Eventually the family comes up to the till with about five pairs of shoes. &#8220;Arrghhhhfizzbucket,&#8221; I think. I return the old pair, and start ringing up the rest. I come to a pair of shoes that say $5 on the box but which the computer says are $9. I don&#8217;t know which price is right, and besides which, I don&#8217;t know how to adjust the price anyway. I ask my manager. She sorts things out. So after all that&#8230; the lady gives me a blasted &#8220;15% discount card.&#8221; I don&#8217;t know where people get these things. Anyway, I now have to go back and correct all of the items, because our register is stupid and only lets you use a coupon on the most recent item. So I do that. It takes forever but it&#8217;s done. She asks if she can use another coupon she has; random customers get a phone number to call and a survey to complete about the service in our stores. The manager (who has by now figured out that I&#8217;m practically at my wits&#8217; end at the register) says no, but she can use it on her next one. We ring it up, she signs a few forms, I&#8217;m happy it&#8217;s over, and they turn to go.<\/p>\n<p>Then her husband spots our shelf of shoe cleaning products and grabs two; he plonks them on the counter and signals that I should ring them up. I do so quickly; at least, I try to. Unfortunately the lady has now decided that she wants to use her $4 coupon in addition to her 15% discount card; this confuses me beyond all belief and I have to get the manager to help me again. Her grand total for the second transaction was something like $2.87. And she put it on her American Express card. Why, people, WHY?! I mean&#8230; surely you have a five dollar bill? Or some change? Seriously! Anyway, it goes through and my jaw is slack with disbelief. I can&#8217;t believe I just spent fifteen minutes ringing something up.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, and the worst part? With her second purchase, she got another &#8220;customer service survey&#8221; coupon. She&#8217;ll probably phone in a bad score for us, meaning that our managers will be breathing even further down our necks to get our ratings up. ARRGH.<\/p>\n<p>That was a long story that didn&#8217;t really amount to much. :tongue:<\/p>\n<p>(As an aside: Surely there is some limit when it comes to returning things? I mean&#8230; I had another customer walk in, ask me, &#8220;You work here? Yeah? Okay, well, I bought these shoes here, and now they have holes in them.&#8221; I look at the shoes (they&#8217;re on his feet!) They&#8217;re black runners of some kind and they are pretty beat up. I&#8217;ve worn the same runners for a year and mine aren&#8217;t that beat up. I show him to his size and try to help him find a similar style. &#8220;How long ago did you buy the shoes, sir?&#8221; &#8220;About three months.&#8221; &#8220;Um, well, then we may not have them&#8230; perhaps you should speak with my manager instead.&#8221; &#8220;The manager? Why not you?&#8221; &#8220;I uh&#8230; uh&#8230; can&#8217;t do returns. He can help you out, though.&#8221; Look at me weasel out of things!<\/p>\n<p>But seriously. I wanted to say to him, &#8220;DUDE. Let&#8217;s think for a moment. You wore these shoes for three months. You cannot expect a cheap pair of shoes (he said they were around $35) to last for a long time if you&#8217;re beating them up that badly! And if we took back every shoe like yours we&#8217;d never make any money!&#8221; Arrrrrgh. Is my thinking wrong? Has it suddenly become acceptable to bring back USED items? Geez, really, what&#8217;s next, bringing food back to the grocery store that&#8217;s gone rotten?)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, right, I do believe that it is finally time (a month after I proposed it) for some customer stories! On my most recent shift: It&#8217;s Monday evening, and there are only two employees in the store: me and the assistant manager. 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