First lemme start by saying, Razer302, I hope you're ok. <3
Secondly, I wanna join now that I actually work in retailt.
Thirdly; I hate my job. Like, omg. I work for this clothing store called maurices. All lowercase, no apostrophe. That's the legit name. All women's clothing store, cute as can be clothing, and our philosophy is customer obsession, like, extreme one-on-one care for these people. The problem is, people aren't used to this type of customer service, and people do not want to talk to some 19 year old kid trying to help them get some outfits. My manager tried to make it better by telling me that they'll love me because I'm a little gay dude, but no, I like in bumfrick Louisiana. Almost no one likes gay men here. We also have, HAVE, to get them ALL to sign up for a store credit card. Every one in ten transactions should have a credit card to them. We must sell at least four items to each person, and our average dollar amount per sale should be over fifty-two dollars. To keep up those standards, we really need people to buy eight items, and spend two hundred dollars every time they come in. People don't want to do this, and my manager just doesn't understand why we can't convince people to break their wallets in half for crap they'll wear maybe three times.
Even better, because of this, and because so many people don't want the credit card, it's my fault that people don't want it. I haven't convinced them that lowering their credit score by 3+ points is worth the 10% of savings they could make from a 25 dollar sale. I mean, how could they be so dumb as to not listen to my explanation of the card that's full of holes and tricks? I mean, the average American has no idea what a credit card is, especially when it comes to women, and especially since they're middle aged. Middle age women have no idea what a CREDIT CARD IS. Like, frick, it doesn't take a doctor to figure out why women don't want another credit bill. It also makes sense that they don't want to buy 200 dollars worth of clothing when they come in.
So because of all of my faults, my manager has been discussing the possibility of me getting fired. He tells me this, while there are four customers waiting in line for him to check them out, and while the two new sales associates that he literally JUST hired are standing right behind me.
I'm really about to find another job at this beauty store, which is the industry I actually have a passion for, I spend a lot of money at this store, and I know everyone that works there by name because of how often I shop. Like, it's literally two stores down the strip from my current job. not much of a difference in the commute. Maybe an additional five seconds.
Oh, my favorite is when the customer pretend to listen when you try to make a connection with them. my favorite so far:
-woman walks in with a puppy in a puppy carriage-
Me: "Oh he's so cute, what kind of dog is he?"
Her: "Oh no thank you, I'm just browsing for right now."
Took everything I had not to laugh and call her an idiot.