Customers from Hell
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
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Crooner and Chimney
These two people culminated to give me the worst night at work I've ever had. Mostly one guy, but the other one certainly didn't help.
Twas a 5-til-close shift, I wandered through to the bar to find two drinkers and the colleague I was to relieve of duty. Instead of the usual casual greeting, I get this:
Colleague: "You in here tonight?"
Moi "Yes."
Colleague: "Thank fuck." *leaves hastily*
Strange behaviour, I thought, but I was soon to find out why.
Firstly, one of the drinkers - let's call him Fatfuck McStinkyTits - got kicked out fairly quickly after being caught smoking in the toilets. Might've gotten away with it had he not gone to light up right in-cocking-front of me. Yet he did, clumsily apologising when I pointed out his folly.
One down.
Sadly, he was not the trouble. The trouble was a 50-year-old clump of grease who fancied himself a jack-the-lad romantic... is that even possible? Overly fond of the phrase 'I defy the contradiction'. Let's cut this down to a list, shall we?
* Told me of his recent divorce (at age 50 I might add) and his failure of a son. Multiple times. Without remembering telling me the first time.
* Combined a pint of Tennants with a vodka and coke. Twice.
* Tried to convince me I wasn't an athiest. He failed.
* Asked me when I lost my virginity. Was so dumbfounded I answered honestly with a poker face.
* Went to shake my hand and wouldn't let go. Then sang to me.
* Did the same to other staff and people who went to the bar. (prompting someone to give their name as "Scott - as in 'Scott fuck all to do with you.'")
* Repeatedly said that he loved me like his son. Who he also said he hated for being a failure.
* Insisted he would come back to see me at New Years (then days away) - I would rather have eaten out Widdecome.
Finally left about 2 hours before my shift ended. Had to have a long shower when I got in just to feel human again. Thankfully hasn't darkened our stools since.
Great, now I've told that story I have to go stand in the shower for an hour and shudder.
( , Sun 7 Sep 2008, 0:20, 1 reply)
These two people culminated to give me the worst night at work I've ever had. Mostly one guy, but the other one certainly didn't help.
Twas a 5-til-close shift, I wandered through to the bar to find two drinkers and the colleague I was to relieve of duty. Instead of the usual casual greeting, I get this:
Colleague: "You in here tonight?"
Moi "Yes."
Colleague: "Thank fuck." *leaves hastily*
Strange behaviour, I thought, but I was soon to find out why.
Firstly, one of the drinkers - let's call him Fatfuck McStinkyTits - got kicked out fairly quickly after being caught smoking in the toilets. Might've gotten away with it had he not gone to light up right in-cocking-front of me. Yet he did, clumsily apologising when I pointed out his folly.
One down.
Sadly, he was not the trouble. The trouble was a 50-year-old clump of grease who fancied himself a jack-the-lad romantic... is that even possible? Overly fond of the phrase 'I defy the contradiction'. Let's cut this down to a list, shall we?
* Told me of his recent divorce (at age 50 I might add) and his failure of a son. Multiple times. Without remembering telling me the first time.
* Combined a pint of Tennants with a vodka and coke. Twice.
* Tried to convince me I wasn't an athiest. He failed.
* Asked me when I lost my virginity. Was so dumbfounded I answered honestly with a poker face.
* Went to shake my hand and wouldn't let go. Then sang to me.
* Did the same to other staff and people who went to the bar. (prompting someone to give their name as "Scott - as in 'Scott fuck all to do with you.'")
* Repeatedly said that he loved me like his son. Who he also said he hated for being a failure.
* Insisted he would come back to see me at New Years (then days away) - I would rather have eaten out Widdecome.
Finally left about 2 hours before my shift ended. Had to have a long shower when I got in just to feel human again. Thankfully hasn't darkened our stools since.
Great, now I've told that story I have to go stand in the shower for an hour and shudder.
( , Sun 7 Sep 2008, 0:20, 1 reply)
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