Post by Tovarisch on Jul 30, 2009 0:25:29 GMT 10
When you walk into a supermarket there are lots of things going on. You may not notice the uniformed workers quickly and quietly filling shelves, or maybe you noticed and decided it was time to have a go at one of them?
The supermarket workers do not appreciate a customer storming up to them and demanding to know where something is. Sure this is their job, but why can’t you use some manners? Is that too hard?
Day after day I get people coming up to me and saying “Where’s the chips?!?!” which I reply kindly with “Just up the end there”. I get a grunt for my efforts instead of a thank you.
I am sick to death of people being impolite, rude and obnoxious!
I know that I’m different to you while I’m working because I’m on the other side, I am the employee. Just because I am different to you, it doesn’t give you the right to be rude.
If it’s not the rude customers, it’s the ones that want to chat for an hour or two…
So often I get stopped at work by some old dear who wants to tell me her life story. I’m sorry I really don’t care what your last twelve cats died of and I definitely don’t care that your bladder is on the fritz again. I try to make an escape but it’s impossible. I am not an impolite person; I listen because it’s the right thing to do. I know they are just lonely but they should join the local bowls club or take up water aerobics, not obstruct me from doing my job. I am just the nice young lad and the local supermarket to them. At least their not shop lifting and turning up at half past ten at night drunk out of their mind.
I spend half my time at work trying to catch shoplifters and trying to stay away from teenage drunks looking to start fights. Shoplifters think they have the system all worked out, well, they’re wrong! What they don’t know is there are people like me who get so sick them; they are likely to savagely throttle the next shoplifter they see.
The teen drunks on the other hand, either think you’re their best mate or their worst enemy. Lately I have been on their “best mate” side, but the thing is, I’m not your mate, I’m not your best buddy, no I don’t want to have a joint, no I don’t want to have a beer, get out of my store!
The drunks and shoplifters are not the only thing I have to put up with though.
Foreigners. Now I’m not a racist person, but if your going to come to Australia for a trip at least try to learn some English. I have lost count of the amount of times I’ve been asked in a thick Asian/South American/European/African language where something is, or at least that’s what I think they’re trying to say.
A few weeks ago an American walked up to me and said with a thick American accent “where’s the toasters?!?!?!” and I replied trying not to show my contempt “behind you”. Yes, I’m from Australia but I’m at work which means I have zero tolerance for foreigners yelling at me in a strange language. If you going to disrupt supermarket employee’s while they’re busy, make damn sure you have had a proper look your self!
Sometimes going to work is like going back into the school playground, having to put up with insults and threats but you just have to grit your teeth because the kid is bigger than you.
Yes, it’s my job to help but please be considerate
To all the old dears out there, if you are going to talk to me for an hour a day please leave a spot in your will instead of leaving me the faint whiff of a leaking bladder when you turn to walk away.
To all the foreigners, I don’t speak your language. Slowing down French isn’t going to make it easier for me to understand.
To all the obnoxious, rude, arrogant, stuck up customers out there, I am sick of your crap!
~ Tov
The supermarket workers do not appreciate a customer storming up to them and demanding to know where something is. Sure this is their job, but why can’t you use some manners? Is that too hard?
Day after day I get people coming up to me and saying “Where’s the chips?!?!” which I reply kindly with “Just up the end there”. I get a grunt for my efforts instead of a thank you.
I am sick to death of people being impolite, rude and obnoxious!
I know that I’m different to you while I’m working because I’m on the other side, I am the employee. Just because I am different to you, it doesn’t give you the right to be rude.
If it’s not the rude customers, it’s the ones that want to chat for an hour or two…
So often I get stopped at work by some old dear who wants to tell me her life story. I’m sorry I really don’t care what your last twelve cats died of and I definitely don’t care that your bladder is on the fritz again. I try to make an escape but it’s impossible. I am not an impolite person; I listen because it’s the right thing to do. I know they are just lonely but they should join the local bowls club or take up water aerobics, not obstruct me from doing my job. I am just the nice young lad and the local supermarket to them. At least their not shop lifting and turning up at half past ten at night drunk out of their mind.
I spend half my time at work trying to catch shoplifters and trying to stay away from teenage drunks looking to start fights. Shoplifters think they have the system all worked out, well, they’re wrong! What they don’t know is there are people like me who get so sick them; they are likely to savagely throttle the next shoplifter they see.
The teen drunks on the other hand, either think you’re their best mate or their worst enemy. Lately I have been on their “best mate” side, but the thing is, I’m not your mate, I’m not your best buddy, no I don’t want to have a joint, no I don’t want to have a beer, get out of my store!
The drunks and shoplifters are not the only thing I have to put up with though.
Foreigners. Now I’m not a racist person, but if your going to come to Australia for a trip at least try to learn some English. I have lost count of the amount of times I’ve been asked in a thick Asian/South American/European/African language where something is, or at least that’s what I think they’re trying to say.
A few weeks ago an American walked up to me and said with a thick American accent “where’s the toasters?!?!?!” and I replied trying not to show my contempt “behind you”. Yes, I’m from Australia but I’m at work which means I have zero tolerance for foreigners yelling at me in a strange language. If you going to disrupt supermarket employee’s while they’re busy, make damn sure you have had a proper look your self!
Sometimes going to work is like going back into the school playground, having to put up with insults and threats but you just have to grit your teeth because the kid is bigger than you.
Yes, it’s my job to help but please be considerate
To all the old dears out there, if you are going to talk to me for an hour a day please leave a spot in your will instead of leaving me the faint whiff of a leaking bladder when you turn to walk away.
To all the foreigners, I don’t speak your language. Slowing down French isn’t going to make it easier for me to understand.
To all the obnoxious, rude, arrogant, stuck up customers out there, I am sick of your crap!
~ Tov