Enjoying That Cookie Bitch?!
So, I just walked out of Gymboree in the middle of assisting a customer and am currently sitting at the Library in the mall to vent.
Get this: some big fat-assed, sweat-from-walking, wheezing older bitch comes into my store with a HUGE box of items to return and her bag of Mrs. Field's cookies and a soda (which I'm sure is diet since obese people have a tendency to drink to "balance out" the crap they eat). She dumps her box out on the counter in front of me and tells me she would like to return the items. I begin to do so without question. Mind you, processing a return is kind of a lengthy process and even lengthier if you have a whole bunch of shit and a shit load of random receipts.
About 2 minutes into the transaction, she asks me if I can hurry it up because she's on a time limit and I'm going way too slow for her. I told her I'm going as fast as I can and that processing a return is a lengthy process. She huffs. Then, tells me to go find someone else who's worked here longer and could do it faster. I tell her I've been with the company for a year and a half, that I know "damn well" what I was doing and that I wasn't a complete moron. She then tells me, "No! I don't want you doing my return! You might screw me out of my money."
"Fine! Whatever bitch!" was my response. I voided the entire transaction (so that Rebecca would have to start over from the beginning), took off my badge, slammed it down on the counter, yelled to Rebecca that I was taking a break, and took off.
I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna go back to the store and just be plain rude and wretched to the bitch. I think I'm going to. I'm gonna make her feel like shit and I'm gonna make sure she knows that 2 can play at the bitch game.....except that I'm gonna win this time. It's my last day at Gymboree anyway. What are they gonna do: fire me??
Get this: some big fat-assed, sweat-from-walking, wheezing older bitch comes into my store with a HUGE box of items to return and her bag of Mrs. Field's cookies and a soda (which I'm sure is diet since obese people have a tendency to drink to "balance out" the crap they eat). She dumps her box out on the counter in front of me and tells me she would like to return the items. I begin to do so without question. Mind you, processing a return is kind of a lengthy process and even lengthier if you have a whole bunch of shit and a shit load of random receipts.
About 2 minutes into the transaction, she asks me if I can hurry it up because she's on a time limit and I'm going way too slow for her. I told her I'm going as fast as I can and that processing a return is a lengthy process. She huffs. Then, tells me to go find someone else who's worked here longer and could do it faster. I tell her I've been with the company for a year and a half, that I know "damn well" what I was doing and that I wasn't a complete moron. She then tells me, "No! I don't want you doing my return! You might screw me out of my money."
"Fine! Whatever bitch!" was my response. I voided the entire transaction (so that Rebecca would have to start over from the beginning), took off my badge, slammed it down on the counter, yelled to Rebecca that I was taking a break, and took off.
I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna go back to the store and just be plain rude and wretched to the bitch. I think I'm going to. I'm gonna make her feel like shit and I'm gonna make sure she knows that 2 can play at the bitch game.....except that I'm gonna win this time. It's my last day at Gymboree anyway. What are they gonna do: fire me??