The customer is always an asshole!

[razorjak]

http://www.violentacres.com/archives/59/two-phrases-that-destroyed-american-culture

This woman wins at life.

Glad to see there are others who will call callow fucks on when they're trying to bully people who can't do anything to defend themselves for risk of losing their job.

It's one of the reasons I could never work in the food service industry. I'd be dumping hot coffee on jackasses the first day.

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[arethinn]

Sounds like Best Buy, yes? What is it with "you've ruined Christmas"es there? enotsola got some of those when he worked there last Christmas. (In fact he gets them now that he's Xbox tech support, but, well, [Marvin voice] Microsoft, don't talk to me about Microsoft...)

I usually do my best to be nice to the retail slaves even if they are screwing up. That and food service are about the most thankless jobs there are and they don't need me making their day any worse.

[arethinn]

Well, you could hitch a dog with a sawed-off reindeer antler to one of those Squad Beetles you drive... ;)

[absurdhero.livejournal.com]

A fine read. I definitely concur, as is previously evidenced.

[virtualdan.livejournal.com]

"I have a theory about asshole customers: I think they only act that way because no one ever calls them on their bullshit".

too true.. we need more soup nazis..

[siani-hedgehog.livejournal.com]

my manager at the pet shop, Russell, really did throw people out for being assholes to the employees. he was *great*.

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, unfortunately, the tone of that article is so obnoxious, as well, and that beast of a woman can't mind her own business, which people really, truly need to do more often, that any point in there is lost on me. I'd enjoy one of the people she claims to so boldly confront punch her in the face.

Whenever someone bothers me, when I have no reason to be dealing with them, I tell you, I wish I didn't have a paranoid phobia about touching people, because punching them would be a delight. [Not that anyone has to tell me how to deal with people, because my way of dealing is not dealing. Headphones, everything quick, in and out.]

But still. I hate these nosey, obnoxious columns, always written by women, that people have been passing around the Internet lately. These are the same women, who, when inspired, come over to let me know I could be pretty if I changed my hair, or something equally useless, because they think everything in the world somehow applies to them.

[razorjak.livejournal.com]

*Chuckles*

Sweety, you do realize that I am one of those people who " can't mind my own business" when I see people stepped on for no reason other than the person doing the stepping thinks they can get away with it.

I view those callow fucks in the same light as the fuckers who will not bother pushing their shopping cart to the corral. And we all know how I handle that shit.

http://razorjak.livejournal.com/333426.html

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm fully aware that if we spent any amount of time together in real life, we'd despise each other in rather short form. We're way too different.

I hate when people don't put their carts back, too. But... who am I to tell anyone else what to do? It doesn't affect me, it doesn't have anything to do with me. I take my cart back, always -- I do my part. I also grab my cart from the lot, rather than by the store, therefore, doing more than I am obligated. But to say something to someone? Just plain obnoxious, and part of what makes living in this world unpleasant.

I mean, fine, most people can agree that the cart thing is an inconvenience, and it may be your peeve. Well, then there are people who dislike my personal fashion -- and feel a need to share. Or people who have deep problems with gay people -- one who complained at me and a girl holding hands in a store, kissing each other on the cheek -- we hadn't seen each other in months! it was totally gay, but whatever! -- because it's an abomination. See? I realize I just threw my life in there, but think about it. where do you draw the line, on involving yourself with others? Probably somewhere reasonable. Where do others? Much, much further from reasonable. By my standards.

I say, so long as nobody is causing direct harm to you, your closest people, or your dog, and you can just walk away? Walk away. The world would really be a lot more tolerable.

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

Okay, see, I'm a strange person. I have a lot of problems, some documented mental illnesses, some just "quirks." I find I function best in life if I am left alone by the vast majority of people. Even common interaction can really upset me. As such, I think complaining about someone else's behavior, is just across the line. "Good behavior," after all, is a personal thing, no?

My definition of a raging asshole may not be the same as yours, or theirs, or anyone else's. Yes, the examples cited were my definition of raging assholes, but someone else getting involed just means there's another raging asshole for everyone to contend with -- the nosey type.

I hate when people are shitty to people in restaurants or stores or anything. When I see it, I'm shocked, because it makes no sense to me. You know what I do? I treat the person nicely. Maybe even say, after the person's gone, "eh, don't worry, you're doing good." That's just more palatable to me.

Example: once, in a nail salon, a lady was a total bitch to the manicurist. I watched this while having my toes done. She moved on to the dryer, and her lady was doing my nails. On her way out, she dropped a dollar [staggeringly low tip for a manicure] on the table with a smile. I was appalled. Did I say anything? No. It's not my place. You know what I did? I tipped the manicurist 100% -- paid double. I felt like I saw a wrong, and I righted it, without infringing on anyone else.

I mean, if someone wants to be an asshole, let them. It's their right. That's just how I see it. I don't like the idea of people correcting or interacting with every "asshole" on earth.

Another example: if I am panicking [I have severe panic attacks] I will shut down. If I'm in a store and have to get whatever -- medicine, food, etc -- I will nod at the cashier, and just try to move along quickly. Conversation is NOT happening. So if the cashier pushes, I will be more quiet. Once, this happened, and a customer grabbed my arm [setting off a shitstorm -- I can NOT be touched without all hell breaking loose] to tell me I was rude. The tirade that followed - a vaguely incoherent, curse-laden rant about not touchig people, about mental illness, and how I owe nobody so much as a nod, and how dare they even look at me, much less touch me... so on, so forth.... served NO purpose, other than to make everyone miserable, and make things worse, and last longer, for everyone involved.

Wouldn't it hae been easier for the cashier to ring me out, send my supposedly rude self [because I don't want to converse? My mind is broken!] away, and then the concerned line person just say "wow, that was rude, hop you don't have any more of that today?" Wouldn't that have been better for everyone?

Just where I'm coming from. Sorry so long!

[canticle.livejournal.com]

When I was a tech manager, I regularily told customers who were being unreasonable assholes to sod off and find a company that would endure their abuse.

My proudest moment was when I made a grown man cry over his behaviour.

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I once dumped a bowl of hot soup onto a man who shoved his hand up my skirt.

Last weekend I got to witness a manager tossing out a customer who was drunk and being verbally abusive to the waitress. I didn't get a chance to thank him, but we did get the chance to applaud the waitress for not putting up with any shit.

[stormsoffury.livejournal.com]

I cant remember how many times working in the lowly "fast food industry" I had wanted to do something like that. But heres a little something for the other side of the tracks so to speak.
It was probably closed to 10 yrs ago now when I was working in Toxic Hell (Taco Bell). We had a really shitty store manager, he later told me he hired all women because if he was going to be stuck in a mall all day he might as well have something good to look at. Strike one in my book. Strike two, he was always slacking off, going christmas shopping on the clock, crap like that. Strike 3 came one day when we were just opening at 10am, I had no money in the drawer so I couldnt ring up the order of the person infront of me. Keep in mind I said ring up. I took her order, she said she would be back in amoment she was goign to the rest room then hopefully by the time she got back, and her food was made and waiting for her, she could pay for it. Without even asking what happened the store manager came out and ripped me a new one for "turning away a customer" infront of the whole mall. Needless to say quiet lil ole me had enough. And he knew it when he looked at my face, I dragge dhim into the back where no one could see, and proceeded to tell him what happened and ended it with "If you ever have the damn nerve to talk to me like that again you better be mature enough not to do it infront of customers." How my co workers loved me that day, especialy when he left the store, still on the clock, and drove 45 minutes to another mall to do his shopping and the owner stopped by and asked where he was. After that day he didnt have a job anymore and we suddenly had employees who worked and werent just a nice piece of ass to look at.