I am the face of what you're supposed to be fighting for
Sat Mar 12, 2005 at 02:06:21 PM PDT
I work in retail.
This automatically means I'm underpaid, underinsured, under-vacationed...and, as retail outfits go, the one I work for is pretty good. I've worked for a lot worse. But no retail employee below management level (and at management level in some places) is anything but working class.
We're Democrats. Me, and people like me, should be the face of this party. And in some cases, we are. But it's not all about politics.
Yes, I got set off by a comment in teacherken's diary about playing math parlor tricks to retail employees. But it's not just that. It seems my place of employment has been asshole magnet this week. So, I'm going to rant. And, no, I'm not generally this fed up at the job in front of customers. I put on what an old boss used to call the Happy Smiling Retail Face when I go out on the sales floor. But, here, I'm going to rant.
How do you treat retail employees?
Here's a few observations about my long long career in retail.
First of all, no retail employee is out to screw you. OK? If we make a mistake, it's a mistake. And if it's a genuine mistake, we're going to do all we can to fix it. Within our power (and that's a crucial part). Yes, we get irritated. Sometimes we're ruder than we should be. But it doesn't do me a damn bit of good to overcharge you. I'm not perfect, but I'm not trying to screw you.
That having been said, here's a few truths about retail.
First: if I scan something at 2.99 and you say "But the flyer/sign/my mother-in-law said that it was supposed to be 1.99!" I am required to check it. I can not take your word for it. You know why? Because the odds are better than 75% that YOU are wrong. Yes, sometimes the computers get misprogrammed--and if I check it, and that's the case, then it gets corrected. But, like I said, that's less than 25% of the time. More likely is that you can't read the freakin' signs properly. We have 'comparison' signs: "Store brand ibuprofen 5.99, compare to Advil at 7.99." It does NOT say that the Advil is 5.99, OK? I get one of these a DAY. Learn how to read. Oh, and at least once every week or two I get someone ranting about 'the flyer said this!' and they shove a flyer in my face--and it's our competitor's flyer. Or ours but from a month and a half ago. Yelling at me is not going to change that.
Second: I am a lowly peon. I do not set prices. Don't complain to me about them. I can't do a damn thing about the prices and whining to me about them only makes me want to throttle you.
Third: I can not give change for a hundred dollar bill for a ten dollar sale at three o'clock in the morning. It does not say BANK on the front of my store. We're not allowed to keep that kind of money in the registers in the middle of the night. You want me to have a gun put to my head? It's happened twice, that was enough, thankyouverymuch.
Fourth: when you are standing at a register and your ranting and raving causes the 18-year-old girl on the other side of the counter to start crying, you are a complete asshole and should have your ass kicked. And if it wouldn't have cost me my job when it happened last Sunday, I would have. And, as usual, when management intervened, it turned out the customer was wrong. The sale was rung up correctly. Big surprise (not!). And my young co-worker didn't even get an apology.
Fifth: when I open an additional register and say "I'll take the next customer in line" it means NEXT customer. Not fourteenth. And "Oh, I just have one thing" doesn't make a freakin' bit of difference. You're lucky I wasn't the 'next customer' that you cut in front of because I would've elbowed you.
Sixth: if you do your Christmas shopping (and substitute any holiday here) at 10 pm on Christmas eve, we're going to be out of a whole hell of a lot of stuff. Common sense, isn't it? Apparently not, not from all the whining I hear. Right now it's two weeks and a day until Easter. Right now we've got everything--I don't think there's a thing we're out of stock on. Two weeks from today, Easter Eve? We're gonna be out of a whole lot. And, sorry, I can't go magically produce more Cadbury Freakin' Eggs in the back room. You want them, buy them now. My daughters' Easter baskets are done already.
That's a little sampling off the top of my head. I could come up with more, believe me.
We're Democrats, right? We're supposed to be for the little guy. Well, us retail peons standing in front of you are the very definition of the little guy.
So, I ask you, how did you treat a retail employee today?
If you don't like the answer you get, here's what you do about it--to build up the good karma, so to speak. The next time you're in a store and you like the service you get, get the cashier's name. Then get the store manager's name. Then drop a little note in the mail, addressed to the manager, saying "I was in your store Friday night and ChurchofBruce really helped me out." That's it. You would not believe how far something like that goes. Mangement unerringly gets all the complaints. They get sick of it, too. When they get a compliment, it makes everybody's day.
Think about all this, please, the next time you're shopping.
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