shootthebandit said:
Something ive always found weird about service and retail workers is that there seems to be a lot of complaining from people who work these jobs. I often see internet memes like "things on retail workers will understand" and such like. It got me wondering why we only see groups like this. You dont see pages called "mechanics problems" or "things only manual labourers will understand"
Im not saying its an easy job and im not saying you dont get obnoxious dickhead customers (I probably fall into this catagory sometimes) but customers pay the wages of the staff
Surely ever other job equally has stuff to complain about. You dont see manual labourers complaining lugging bricks around all day. You dont see lorry drivers complain about long shifts and time pressures and you dont see nurses complain about being overworked, underpaid and understaffed
Like I said im not having a pop at you guys, you do a stellar job and youve got a lot of shit to contend with while being massively underpaid but im just trying to fathom why there seems to be a lot of complaining and "you dont understand till youve worked retail" mentality that you dont really see with any other job
Edit: perhaps its due to the average age being pretty low and thus a bit of naivity towards work. Its just a theory, what do you guys think?
-If you fall into the 'obnoxious dickhead customer' category, fix that. There's no excuse for it, and if you haven't worked in retail yourself, maybe look into it, it can shed light on the little things you do which are ridiculously lazy/selfish/stupid and make you mend your ways. And please know I'm not just referring to you I think anyone who works in retail , myself included, and doesn't just phone it in, will find that their attitudes towards others are changed. This is usually for the better for those who use their experiences to sympathise with others but it can backfire and instil a great deal of cynicism towards others for those who only focus on incidents as a 'wrong' done specifically to them.
Essentially I'm of the opinion that retail can make you a better person... or potentially reinforce pre-existing tendencies towards misanthropy.
-Customers don't pay my wage, the company does. I don't work for tips (even if this was America). The customer comes in and buys stuff that they want or need. If they can't do that without being an asshole, then you better believe I'll ***** about it. I'm paid for my time and my work. No job should force you to endure what is essentially bullying without granting you the right to defend yourself. I'm not saying we should get into name calling matches with customers, but as soon as they prove to be unreasonable or difficult, they should be refused service and asked to leave. Unfortunately, as long as they still have a wallet and a mouth to lie to their friends and colleagues with, no company would support this.
-All those professions likely do complain about those things, but...
A trucker's long trip, and a nurse's long hours/low pay (which they have protested against here in Australia) don't make for interesting stories, so they probably just complain at the time or to coworkers who know what its like. Its not really a great forum topic if you're looking to provide entertainment value. Which many 'retail horror stories' are.
Tradesman don't have a leg to stand on complaining about lugging bricks, as its literally part of what they're paid to do. Now no doubt some people are thinking its our job to deal with customers, and that's true, but customers are quite capable of not being fuckwits whereas bricks don't choose to be heavy. Its like the truck driver having to take the long dirt road instead of the short bitumen one. Or the bricklayer having to carry 2 bricks at a time across the site, instead of using the wheelbarrow. Or the nurse having to use a rectal thermometer instead of an oral one.
The difference is, there are reasons why those circumstances might arise which have nothing to do with malice. Whilst some customers go out of their way to be difficult to the extent of being vindictive, aggressive, intimidating and so on.
At the end of the day, retail and service industries are some of the few workplaces in which you can legitimately expect at some point to be harassed, yelled at, intimidated, put down, threatened and sworn at and be expected to put up with it, receive little to no support from your higher ups and then return to work after with a smile on your face.
And since some people are sharing stories, here's some of mine.
-was threatened because some fuckhead can't read labels and picked a DVD up that had been tossed into the wrong spot, manger got involved and gave it to him to make him pies off. Being a manager now I understand why he chose to cave in, but it still felt like a betrayal at the time as I'd stood up for what I knew to be right.
-told some dickheads to leave as they had 'mooned' the underaged girls in apparel, they refused leading to a standoff, threats were made, some coworkers and friends came to back me up and make them leave. They remained in their car in car park for some time after... also I was dressed as robin hood for our toy sale at the time... so yeah...
-which reminds me, someone reminded me today that I once attended a first aid call to a pregnant woman who had fainted... I was dressed as a knight in shining armour... I didn't consider the cliché at the time.
-had a ***** screaming at the top of her lungs at me because I refused her demands to sell her 2 items that had been joined together as one item at the price of a different item, I may have been persuaded to just let it go, but she felt the need to get in my face, speak to me in an incredibly aggressive and condescending tone about how I must hate my job and how 'this is what's going to happen'. She also commented on how I had a twitch of my upper lip, almost as if I was angry at some piece of shit talking to me like I'm her inferior.
The next day I come to work, get the standard lecturer about not letting 'pride' create problems like this, and about how the lady had been in to apologise...
Not to me mind you, apparently I'd called her a ***** to her face (I'll certainly admit to discussing the issue afterwards with sympathetic parties, though to be honest at the time I think other people used the word more so than me) and she wanted to apologise for making a scene, its just apparently me being a big evil man reminded her of her abusive daddy and boyfriend. No shit, this was her excuse...
Oh and a lovely young girl at the checkouts who was always really bright and bubbly got caught in the crossfire despite my attempts to divert bitchfaces attention and somshe quit not long after because she couldn't stand seeing how bad people could be, you may scoff, but this incident was pretty severe.
Sorry still grates on me that one.
-I've encountered numerous thieves, some of them staff members (probably the most morally reprehensible incidents of theft) the best one was where I followed the guy I'd almost caught red handed everywhere he went, slowly psyching him out by bouncing a ball so he always new I was just around the corner. I know it got to him because he eventually threw stuff on the floor in frustration. When I asked if he was alright he replied by saying I soon wouldn't be. I asked him to leave after that in my most sickly sweet polite voice and in spite of his bravado and threats he left, with me escorting him to the exit.
I'm no tough guy, but I was prepared to defend myself if need be and as best I could (and I wouldn't be alone for long). Nonetheless I am happy it didn't come to that, and I felt like such a badass at the time... its good for my self esteem.
-and finally (not even) I clean up the majority of gross spills that occur during my shifts. As a manager I could ask someone else to, but I don't cuz its gross and I feel bad asking them to. Urine and vomit are pretty bad, though funnily enough I'd prefer urine to vomit, as the chunks cause difficulties.
Shit is the worst though... its only happened once, well one big time. It was a full adult sized shit in the middle of an aisle... which had been smeared a bit further along... and then rubbed on the side of a shelving unit at about waist height... it was unpleasant.
The upside was I spent the rest of that shift saying things like: 'shit happens', 'I get all the shit jobs' and 'what a shitty day'