Now that you mention it…I am reminded of my first job…a Walmart position. The customer is always right, right?
I soon discovered that all the nice theories out there on humanity’s general good are not exactly realistic. Several customers made it a sport to debate the price of Wrigley’s gum. Others loved to complain to the wrong department of rotten strawberries and stale cheese. Even more loved to get free “life counseling” at the cash register, especially with me (I’m still figuring that one out).
But these were mere opening acts. The final act came on a Saturday. I was mopping the isle with with gallon milk jugs when this fossil of a lady comes up to me. She screeches about some rat that “ran over her toe.” I tell her to go the manager, but everyone knows the Wal-mart underlings are much easier prey. Finally, she loses it and grabs a milk jug, only to “accidentally” drop it on the floor. The milk goes all over my new Nike shoes. Then I lose it, and “accidentally” mop to hard in her direction. Her designer stiletto heels get nailed.
After that, I win the race to the manager…and quit before the word “fire” gets out of his mouth. I’m still proud of myself for that. :D
Thankfully, I have a much nicer part timer. Good-bye to the abyss of corporations forever!