Friday Night From Hell...
Tonight was the worst night in history at the Big Blue Box. It's not because the people I work with are a-holes, but it's because certain customer's think they're superior and ask you all these questions and when you go to explain to them what they're asking, they interrupt you, and don't let you speak.
I've worked in "retail" combined for 4 yrs. With a break inbetween the two retail jobs. Tonight was probably the worst night ever in "retail" history that I have ever had. A couple came in to the blue to buy a computer that would allow them to print photo's, run the microsoft works suite without having any interruptions or system resource issues, and wanted a package deal. The husband says to me "Start at the low end and explain the computers to me" I was like okay no problem. Being a "PCHO" employee, I'm told not to look at the price of the computer at first because I should base the sytem off of the customer's needs. Me being the stupid person I am, hear "low end" I'm thinking "low end" as in computer components not pricing. So I start with the lowend HP, and he went off on me. His wife even looked at him, and told him "Be nice". At that point, I excused myself, told Dr. D that he would have to finish with them. Every time I went to say something the gentleman would interrupt me, and basically was being very condescending. I deal with that on the phone for 8 hours a day. The big blue does not pay me enough to stand there and take it from some asshole who thinks just because I'm a woman I don't know what I'm talkin about. Dr. D did finish the sale off, and did sell them a very nice HP system so yay for him!
Anyway the point being is, why is it when I get angry, and frustrated I cry. After the gentleman's wife looked at him and told him to be nice, even she knew he was being a dick. Instead of trying to smile, I let him get to me. That really sucked. So I went out, got fresh air, and came back in.
Luckily Bradley as always being the best friend that he is was there to give me the hug that I needed. Thank you my buddy ol pal.
For now I will go crawl into my bed, and watch my last netflix movie, and go to bed...
Goodnight all..
I've worked in "retail" combined for 4 yrs. With a break inbetween the two retail jobs. Tonight was probably the worst night ever in "retail" history that I have ever had. A couple came in to the blue to buy a computer that would allow them to print photo's, run the microsoft works suite without having any interruptions or system resource issues, and wanted a package deal. The husband says to me "Start at the low end and explain the computers to me" I was like okay no problem. Being a "PCHO" employee, I'm told not to look at the price of the computer at first because I should base the sytem off of the customer's needs. Me being the stupid person I am, hear "low end" I'm thinking "low end" as in computer components not pricing. So I start with the lowend HP, and he went off on me. His wife even looked at him, and told him "Be nice". At that point, I excused myself, told Dr. D that he would have to finish with them. Every time I went to say something the gentleman would interrupt me, and basically was being very condescending. I deal with that on the phone for 8 hours a day. The big blue does not pay me enough to stand there and take it from some asshole who thinks just because I'm a woman I don't know what I'm talkin about. Dr. D did finish the sale off, and did sell them a very nice HP system so yay for him!
Anyway the point being is, why is it when I get angry, and frustrated I cry. After the gentleman's wife looked at him and told him to be nice, even she knew he was being a dick. Instead of trying to smile, I let him get to me. That really sucked. So I went out, got fresh air, and came back in.
Luckily Bradley as always being the best friend that he is was there to give me the hug that I needed. Thank you my buddy ol pal.
For now I will go crawl into my bed, and watch my last netflix movie, and go to bed...
Goodnight all..