December 17, 2013 - 5150-Target
Guest Service or Punching Bag
So I’ve read a lot about all the shit the cashiers have to go through, but the worst of it all is GUEST SERVICE! So my last almost-bitch-slap moment was a few days ago. This woman came in because she purchased an open box of little debbie snacks (FROM ANOTHER STORE). I told her she could grab another box no problem at all. Well, THIS BITCH (woo GHETTO girl voice) has the NERVE to ask me to get someone to grab her a box. It’s noon and the store is packed because of the lunch rush. All of the sales floor is at the registers helping out. I said since we are busy there is probably no one back their to be her little personal shopper. She walks off and mumbles something under her breath. When she gets back she demands I give her the store managers email. Whatever, I grab someone to hand her the information. Since she was waiting on the lady to come back I decide to help out the people behind her (I am the only one in guest service and my line is building up). Immediately she says “Ummm you want to help me first.” I apologize saying I thought you wanted to wait for the woman to bring you the information. Once again this little bitch mumbles something under her breath. My LOD came back and was trying to figure out what was going on and the GUEST is like no I’m too angry right now, I’m going to just send you an email. I was almost skipped in line because she assumed I was waiting for you to come back. I wish I could of taken the broken glass ornament from my counter and stabbed her in her carotid. LMFAO I feel better. Thank you…


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Try being a cart attendant for a day and see if you think customer service is that bad.
Oh God I couldn't do customer service, I grit my teeth just walking past the CS counter with all those pissed off guests. Target shoppers are such dickheads, when they pull that mumble-under-the-breath shit I just wanna fucking say "The fuck you say to me?" One thing working at the carnival taught me is that passive aggressive people are like small dogs barking behind the fence; the moment you hop that fence they shut the fuck up.
Seriously, doesn't that hoe woman understand that the other guests behind her need help as well? I mean, fucking duh! Seriously, we're there working to help as fast as we can, you think you're fucking special bitch? You can just get another one, "no I'm too lazy to get it myself." You're not fucking special, go grab one, bring it back, I'll approve, and you can be on your way! OMG, fucking duh, OMFG, holly shit, it's so fucking easy you dumb ass twit bitch fucking asshole! Fuck I want to snap and kill people most days!