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The Four People You Meet In Customer Service

Name: The Tightwad (aka, The Cheapskate)

Basic Traits: Clutching coupons, purse/wallet overfilled with paper

Will Try To Barter

Caution: The Tightwad doesn’t show it’s true form until the last minute.

I’ve spoken about the Tightwad before, and I’ll talk about it again because this person is a constant. The Tightwad has a scissor attached to her arm for maximum clipping. Before you’ve even had your morning coffee she will have calculated the exact amount of change she will need to buy the item she covets. If all goes as planned, the Tightwad is calm and courteous. You’ll barely remember her coming in.

But it’s very well known that nothing really ever goes as planned.

There you are; Unsuspecting, clean, pure, and simply waiting for the clock to say, “Hey there, silly. Time to go home!” But what’s this? A customer just entered your line. You smile brightly, “I’ll take care of this last customer and head out. Nothing to worry about.” Naively you say, “Hello there! You find everything you needed?” She’ll smile back, teeth showing, “Yes, I believe I did. Now, I have a coupon. It just came in the mail, and the date is good for today.” You smile even brighter. “No problem, ma’am. I’ll just scan this, and the computer will calculate it just fine.” You scan away happily, excited for that lovely apple pie your mom has waiting for you at home. You barely register the confused look on her face. “Okay ma’am. Your total will be…” Wait a second… something’s wrong. You scan the coupon again. Surely this isn’t happening. Surely the computer just didn’t catch it the first time. You watch her face, and your heart sinks.

She’s no longer smiling, and her hand is at her hip. You look at the coupon. What’s wrong? WHAT’S WRONG? You’re panicking, your brow is sweaty, and your eye starts to twitch. “Um, I’m sorry, ma’am. This coupon is only valid for the items it lists.” Your hand is shaking as you point to the disclaimer, it’s tiny letters mocking you. You can only avoid her eyes for so long before the inevitable. “I just got this coupon today, what do you mean it’s not valid? This is ridiculous. Why even send the stupid things if you guys aren’t going to even let me buy whatever I want? This isn’t even possible. Why did you send this to me if I can’t use it? What if I don’t want to buy what’s on the list? How do you expect to keep customers if they can only buy what you want them to buy? Well, can I use any of these?” And she’ll proceed to show you every coupon she’s ever collected from your store in the hopes that one of them will be the one to work.

The Tightwad is always sharp and on the look out. You can’t get anything by her. Did you scan an item twice? Why? What possessed you to do that? Did you forget her free walnut with her purchase? How could you? Why are you trying to blatantly sabotage her? She can’t use 5 coupons on one item? Can you be anymore shameful? What’s the point of even giving them to her? Don’t you know discount technically means “For Free?!”

Name: The Firestarter (aka, The Instigator)

Basic Traits: Comes in with a snooty attitude,  Scowl, tight-lipped, usually rich and/or cheap, doesn’t respond when you say Hello, or is completely sweet until…

Will Assume

Caution: The Firestarter will not always possess these qualities, and usually comes out of nowhere

The Firestarter is deeply passionate about his/her service. He shops so much that he knows exactly how he wants his day to go while browsing your store.

This person also comes in at just the right moment to completely annihilate you.

At your busiest? There he is. Don’t have the right change in your drawer? There goes the incessant fingernail tapping. New to the store? You bet your ass he’ll be the first customer you have to deal with.

The Firestarter doesn’t care about you, your job, your family, or what you have to deal with on a daily basis. The Firestarter only wants one thing: To say the words, “God, this is ridiculous. You guys need more cashiers.”

The second something goes wrong, the Firestarter is there to point it out, and loudly. “You know, I have things to do. I can’t believe this,” is his trademark. If everyone starts to agree with him, you can be sure that he will get even louder.

He’ll even go as far as calling you names. The second he starts bitching, you get nervous and the amount of mistakes you start to make are monumental. He’ll call you stupid. “You must be new,” he’ll state, and despite the fact that this should make him realize you’re only human, he’ll instead bitch some more and spout his rehearsed line. “You shouldn’t be here by yourself if you don’t even know what you’re doing.”

He is the voice of the people. He didn’t come in to start a commotion, but he will stand for what is right. He will speak and be heard. He WILL riot, and claim for all to hear, “I want to speak to your Manager!”

Name: The Pusher (aka, The Insistent One)

Basic Traits: Looks Haggard

Will Guilt You

Caution: The Pusher can cause sudden bouts of rage

The Pusher  knows your store inside and out. He comes in so often that he knows where every single item is, and just how many steps he has to walk to get to said item. He knows that other people who come in are obviously better than you are, so they won’t misplace an item, or take something and leave it in the wrong place. He knows that the public keeps everything so shipshape that when you set a location for an item, whatever is in that location will cost exactly what it says on the price sticker attached to the shelf. The Pusher will not lower himself to your level by reading the price sticker to see if the item matches, nor will he bother himself to make sure no one moved it from it’s original place. He will come to your register and assure himself that you won’t dare give him an issue.

You did, didn’t you?

The Pusher’s common phrases are “I was here two days ago, how do you not have it?” His method of thinking is “No store ever runs out of things. There’s no possible way someone else wants the exact same thing I want. It’s not even remotely possible to think that someone else could have had the same idea I had when I decided to use the wooden sphere and wooden cone shape to make a little person. Surely, they have more somewhere.”
Which brings me to his next phrase, “Don’t you have some in the back?” The Pusher knows “the Back” is a completely magical place that has everything set up in little conveyor belts for when you need to refill. And those conveyor belts come from god knows where, but he knows it’s there and he won’t believe you otherwise.

The Pusher also likes to tell you that he was here yesterday, and the cashier let him walk out with all his items to go get his wallet from the car so you should too because if that person believes him, how could you possibly not? He likes to point out that the other store he went to said he was allowed to use all of the coupons he had in his bag, so why are you giving him a limit? No one else did, and everything went fine. He claims that everyone else lets him get away with things, and you should really do the same because not doing so can carry serious consequences.

The Pusher implores you to reconsider because he talked to another cashier on the phone whose name he can’t remember right now, and that person said that you’re an idiot who constantly chooses to not believe anything anyone says.

Where the magical conveyor belt comes from.

Name: The Sympathizer (aka, The Identifier)

Basic Traits: None, Can take any form

Will Claim to Understand

Caution: Be Wary Of False Prophets

The Sympathizer is the coolest of people. He knows mistakes happen. He knows that you’re human. He knows that sometimes things really hit the fan. You can catch him agreeing with your coworker about “that douchebag who complained about the bathrooms that one time.”
At your register he’s quick to say, “Man, I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes,” as the line finally simmers down, nearly bringing you to tears.
He’ll even totally agree with you that the customer who just left was such a stick in the mud, how could anyone ever possibly get mad at you, you cute little thing, you?

So why am I bringing him up? In your head, you’re obviously saying, “Man, he sounds like a swell guy compared to everyone else.” And you’d be right.

If you weren’t wrong.

The Sympathizer is very helpful, but can also be the most deadly.

Scenario: You’re at your register. Everyone is angry with you because the computer went offline for 5 minutes, and they had to wait for it to come back. You obviously did it on purpose. You should be burned at the stake.
Finally everything is calm again. Your angry customers are leaving and you only have two people in the line. Your heart can now stop hammering in your chest. The last person comes up to you and heaves a sigh raising his eyebrows. “Man, that was crazy! How do you do it? And that first lady? Total bitch. I wouldn’t last here. I’d knock some people over, man. Jeez, I’d hate to be in your shoes. You’re so patient.” You sigh in relief. This guy gets you. You’ve finally witnessed it. The One; the lone person that so wants you to be happy. He’s said all the magical words. “Oh yeah, I have a coupon. I don’t even know if it works, but I mean, whatever, just see I guess.” He brings out the coupon and old feelings come back, your knees start to shake. But no, no way. This guy gets you. You’re just letting past experiences get to you. He will be cool with whatever happens because he’s just that guy. You smile, no problem. You scan his item. Then the coupon. You’re almost home free. You look up at him to talk some more, but stop before you can utter a sound. There’s a scowl on his brow, and his hand is on his hip.

Shit.

He looks at you, “I just found this over there. That wasn’t the price on the price sticker on the shelf.” You keep your cool. There’s still no problem, just get a price check. This happens all the time. You call someone to give you a price check, and he starts to jingle his keys. You’re getting anxious. But he said the line! He said he’d hate to be in your shoes! This can’t be happening. Your coworker comes back with the answer and your heart sinks. “What?! But over there it said…” He sighs. “Well how much is it with the coupon?” Your palms are sweating, “Actually, this coupon expired yesterday.” He stares at you, and you cower under his gaze. You know what’s coming. The hair at the back of your neck stands on end. “What do you mean? I just got it two days ago in the mail. And that shelf it was on said a different price. I come here every day, and I was just in here yesterday! This is unbelievable, and I’m going to be late. I have shit to do, what the hell? I want to speak to a manager, right now!”

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Dear Dude

Dear Dude from High School I had a crush on who decided I wasn’t good enough,

I saw you the other day working at Film Depot. You looked good! For a balding 25 year old. Yeah… I saw that. Funny how you tried to hide it by letting your hair get long. How you could have possibly come up with that solution is beyond me. Oh, and the beat up 1984 Volkswagen golf? Classic touch. Real.. retro… Ugh, sorry, excuse me. I almost barfed writing that line.

Hey! I was wondering about that Alternative Rock band you had been trying to put together. Yeah, how’s that going? Oh, still in its Garage band phase? Oh, totally, I know how that goes. It hasn’t really taken off. Still trying to find your sound after all these years. Dude, that’s rough.

Wait a sec! How’s that babe you totally ignored me for? Remember the one with the rockin’ body? Man, she was hot! Oh, she’s a porn star now? She left you because she didn’t get your music? Harsh, bro. Was it the inquisitive artist’s soul that confused her, or just the fact that you started working at a movie stop right after high school after promising her she’d get to star in your ‘way awesome’ music video? Man, women. They just don’t get the life of a poor musician. Of course it’s not all rockin’ out and partyin’ on. It was her, huh? She stopped the creative flow. Good thing you got rid of her.

But I bet you’ve got your own place now, yeah? Living in a cool bachelor pad with a bitchin’ view? Oh, at your mom’s house? She’s making you sleep on the couch!? What the hell, man? Doesn’t she understand that a grown man has to have his own room? She shouldn’t just expect you to get out when family members are around! How embarrassing, dude. Not cool.

Well, I’ll let you get back to stocking those totally awesome movies. Good luck with ‘Flying High’. Oh, you changed the name of your band? Now it’s ‘Just Get Drunk’? Oh, dude, please, you’re totally going to go places.

Peace out,
That girl who “just wasn’t what you were looking for”

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Open Letters #3: Glitter Clouds

Dear Glitter Dust Cloud,

Oh, glitter dust cloud that hangs in front of my register as people pile thousands upon thousands of ornaments and knickknacks along the table, how I loathe you.
I’m not sure how many of you little multicolored specks I have inhaled and choked upon. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone into a coughing fit, eyes watering, face red, as my customers just continue along, filling my space with more and more dots of doom.
Whoever said the sign of a good Christmas meant for you to fill your home to the brim with little particles of shine has probably never stood in front of countless people rushing with glitter infused things.
It also doesn’t help that all the registers are by the doors, so when one opens, a tumultuous hurricane rises up and attacks my face with a force that leaves me washing large amounts of glitter from my hair for four days straight.
“Is there glitter on my face?” has become the regular custom for the cashiers to say after a particularly large crowd of people.
“You have glitter on you, ahahaha, you look like a Christmas ornament yourself!” Is the OH SO FUNNY joke that our customers constantly say, as if no one in the world could have possibly thought of that joke from looking at me. As if I’m supposed to laugh uproariously at the mere idea that I look a fairy puff princess.
But I digress. It’s not my customers I abhor. It’s you. You, glittery cloud. You fine mess of teeny-tiny little circles of pure childish gleam.
You.

I despise you…

With much hate and passive aggression,
Heather.

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Dialogue #1: Dropping the S-Bomb

Dialogue #1: Dropping the S-Bomb

Heather: Wanna read what I have so far? Maybe you can help me fix it. It’s awful

Lissy: Sure

Heather: No. No sure. Yes or no. I don’t like “sures”.

Lissy: Yes.

Heather: They bother me

Lissy: Sure=yes BITCH UMMA GONNA SAY SURE

Heather: It’s kind of like saying Meh…Okay. Sure…Whatever. NO

Lissy: It’s more like…Sure!

Heather:NO YOU’RE NOT! If you meant Sure! –

Lissy: OKAY WOMAN

Heather: You’d write “Sure!” Not…

Lissy: I WANNA READ YOUR DAMN THING

Heather: …sure. FINE. Sure.

Lissy: I didn’t put a period!

Heather: Then…Even…Worse.EVEN WORSE.

Lissy: Oh, gawd…

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Open Letters #1: Department Store Drama

An Open Letter to the Lady That Came into my Department Store…

Dear lady that came into my department store the other day to bitch about prices,

Your purchase was a seasonal item. A Christmas ornament that was 50% off. It was on sale. Already had a discount. 50%…. off of a 3 dollar item. A three dollar item. Three.
You cannot possibly tell me you had the right to bitch because your coupon was only for regular priced items. A coupon that I might add was another 50% off.
Do you just expect to have things for free?
Did you come here thinking that you were just going to waltz in and we’d say “Here! Oh look! The Coupon Queen! Have all of our Christmas items at whatever price you want!”
No.
No.
This world does not revolve around you.
Then…
THEN you had the gall to complain because we wouldn’t let you use multiple coupons on your purchase.
50% off the entire purchase… and then another 40% off entire purchase. Do you just take us for idiots?
I cannot fathom what goes through your mind when you come into our store. My brain just cannot wrap itself around your method of thinking.
As if the fact that you say, “I got this from the email you sent me” is going to have any effect on the fact that our policy says only one coupon per transaction.
“But that’s ridiculous!” You say.
“YOU’RE A RIDICULOUS HUMAN” is what I wish to say. “YOU NEED TO GO HOME AND MAKE SHIT YOURSELF IF ALL YOU’RE GOING TO DO IS COMPLAIN” is something else I wish to say. “IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND, YOU’D PROBABLY HAVE A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE I SWEAR I COULD JUST BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, AND I HOPE THAT CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT FINDS ITS WAY STRAIGHT UP YOUR –”

Have a nice day, ma’am. And Merry Christmas.

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