My second real job out of high school was at a gun club. Not the indoor kind, but for outdoor skeet shooting. Not a big fan of guns, and much less so of the cops and hunters who made up the bulk of the gun club members. It was one very hot Summer's day that there was an important competition and it being my first, I was a bit nervous. So there I was, a longhaired skinny lad of 18, sitting on the chair of the sort a lifeguard would sit by a public swimming pool, and my one and only job upon hearing the shooter say "pull", was to press a button that sent a skeet sailing into the sky. The day went well, I had gotten some tips and handshakes... but during the final round of the competition my concentration wavered. A very fat man said "pull", but I had pressed the button a shade early and he missed the shot. He gave me a nasty glare that he must have thought was withering. His next turn came up and I had it in my mind that I would ruin his changes at a trophy. He said "pull", and I pulled late and he missed the shot. He must of raised a stink because minutes later my boss replaced me at the puller's chair and said that I was to spend the rest of the competition in the dugout loading skeet. And so the day went on a little longer, me sweating in a concrete dugout when I noticed it had gone quiet... why didn't I hear the sound of shotguns being fired? I crawled out of my little concrete bunker and saw a crowd gathered near the clubhouse. I ran over to see what had happened, and there he was, the fat man sprawled out on his back, and turning blue. He had had a massive coronary. I thought, this sure won't look good on my resume.
It's so true isn't it. Folks frightened of terrorists, street thugs, etc... and for 99% of us it will be an unexciting, and most probably undignified end.
Yep, LOL. It's a Thousand Ways To Die type scenario. So you're going to die from the cops nah, it's going to be from the spike impale yourself on from falling off a building while trying to break into the house.
"Here's a nicely laid-out list of what I want you to write for me!" <italics for internal monologue> There's another, contradictory list on page 357 of document 92 and if you don't send me all of that stuff, too, you're disqualified.</italics> "P.S. The deadline is tomorrow!"
I didn't hear this myself but a co-worker told me a customer at the restaurant I work at (fast-casual) said: "But I don't like plastic forks..." when they saw what we had to offer. It's like, tough, man. You get what you get.
Should get rid of the spoons and forks, restock with plastic sporks. That'll teach them to bitch about things.
I've never had a job, but I found this on a website (the name of which I can't find now) for people to whinge about bad customers. There was a wealth of them, but this one is probably the worst customer it is possible to be: Customer: Hello, sir, do you know anything about video games? Employee: Well, Ma'am, I haven't played them all, but I have quite a few, so how can I help? Customer: A young man like you shouldn't be inside playing video games! Go and start a family! So, as he is now being scolded, the employee looks down at the floor. Customer: Are you looking at my daughter's bum? Employee: No, Ma'am! Of course not! Customer: Is she not good enough for you? Employee: Well, actually, Ma'am... I'm gay. Customer: You shouldn't be that either!
A student at my previous conversation school: S: I'm bored with the textbook, I just want to talk. IA: Okay, what do you want to talk about? S: I don't know. IA: Well, there's a holiday coming up, do you have any plans? S: No. IA: Well, what do Japanese people usually do for that holiday? S: I don't know, I'm not interested in it. IA: What are you interested in? S: I don't know. Round and round... Later, IA's manager "Iain, we've had a complaint that your lesson was boring."
It's time to wake up this old thread. I've been open for a grand total of about 45 minutes and I've had two people come in that I'm secretly hoping don't come back. The first guy yelled at me for not being open on time. Claimed he had to wait an hour for me to get here. He thought we opened at 7. No. I get here at 7 to start doing the things that have to be done before I can open at 8. So he asks since when do we not open till 8- since 2012 when this store opened. It's always been like that. The second was a lady who swore I told her if she didn't like something she bought from us she could return it any time. First of all, no. We have a return policy, just like any other store. We offer a 30 day store warranty on electronics. If the device you buy from us fails to perform as it should in that 30 days, swing by and we'll do what we can to take care of you. We need your receipt, because there's a bar code on there the computer won't let us do anything without. Beyond that 30 days you're at the mercy of the manufacturer's warranty. Certain things like liquids and tanks we can't return once they've been opened. It's actually printed on the receipt. Second, I have no recollection of ever meeting this woman. So she brings in this tank that's obviously been dropped on cement, and claims the glass just shattered on her. How dare we sell such dangerous and defective items. The way she was yelling at me you'd think I just urinated on her cat. Not the way to come into my store if you're hoping to find a sympathetic ear. That return policy of ours also does not cover abuse or neglect, or buyers remorse, so even if the she hadn't dropped it I still couldn't return it because it was being used. Then she goes back into insisting that I'm the one who sold her the tank, and I told her she could return anything she bought from us any time. At no point does this woman let up on berating me. On the off chance she might, I asked if she had her receipt. Miracle of miracles, she produces said receipt. Sales person: Thomas. I am not Thomas. I can see how she would confuse the two of us though, I'm 6'5", he's 5'6", I'm thin, he's not, I have long hair, he has no hair, I'm a former biker, he's a former science teacher. We're just so similar. By the end of our interaction she was storming around the store complaining about how she has never been treated so poorly and that she was going to call our corporate offices and get me fired. I'm not worried about it. We have this nifty video security system that includes 5 audio capable and internet accessable cameras on the sales room alone, plus 4 more elsewhere in the store. The whole thing was caught on camera. When she left, she swore she'd never shop with us again- I told her we'd appreciate that very much.
I worked in IT support for a while and our internal customers demands gradually became more and more outlandish. I left the company shortly after one of the accountants demanded I rearrange the keys on her keyboard - because she kept posting journals into the system with the Debits and Credits the wrong way round. Not her fault you see, her old software did this for her.
