This post is mostly for my fellow Wal-Mart peons, but anyone who’s ever worked in retail will probably get a kick out of it. Actually, even if you’ve never worked in retail, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.
Click on the comic for the rest, or visit CTRL+ALT+DEL. CAD is consistently one of the funniest web comics out there. I highly recommend it.
At Wal-Mart we do match prices, and it’s not really a big deal ’cause there’s usually only a one to twenty dollar difference in price. And Wal-Mart policy is to match the price to earn that customer’s business, which I don’t usually have a problem with. Sometimes, though, I don’t give a shit about “having a customer’s business” — especially when we’re losing a buttload of money on a sale. Or he or she is a dick about it. If it’s the latter I just usually tell ‘em to sod off and then go about my business.
Customers. I fuckin’ hate them.
JAB
No matter how awful my day is going at work, I always feel better when I remember that I have to deal with zero customers. Unfortunately, if I ever become a driver…I’ll have to deal with like twenty-plus customers a day, which sucks. Hopefully some of them will be hot bitches and I can get my freak on with them.
sod off. that is spike speaking. hahah. i miss angel.
It (the cartoon) seems lacking. When I imagine treating a customer like shit its much more drawn out subtle and probably would hurt their feelings more, and hopefully send them into a spiralling depression.
Nate:
You are very lucky right now, dude. It’d be fantastic to not have to talk to stupid people. ‘Course, there’d still be managers and stupid coworkers for that. Good luck with the whole “getting your freak on” enterprise.
Lindsey:
Yes, sweetheart, Spike did say that several times.
Nick:
Yes, sweetheart, your method of “customer service” is mightily entertaining to watch in action. I thought the comic was pretty funny, though. Still … there’s something to be said about spiraling depression….
JAB
I got away with a good one today while pissed off about the machines (don’t worry you’ll find out). I had a woman tell me I needed to destroy her professional photos, now, as I well, was turning around to destroy her photos. I turned back to her and said, “ma’am if you’d actually give me enough time to get to our paper shredder they’d have been destroyed, did you have any other requests, or can I go ahead and shred them?”
what the hell is with the sweetheart thing?
Yeah, and why am I not included in it?