Posted by Ilia on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 | Permalink
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I have a couple stories hanging around, however since my internet has decided to die, I can't tell a lot of them as it would be hell to write out on my phone! But this one, I just had to share straight away.
It's not retail, as such, but it's about a NAT whose stupidity reached epic proportions.
Bit of backstory. I have 3 dogs, who normally wouldn't harm a fly unless they feel threatened. One of them is big, and very very scary looking, but has the nicest temperament.
Anyway, last night my dogs started barking about 3am. We expect its just some kids being loud outside, and now go back to asleep.
This morning however, we find broken glass and blood all over the floor. Fearing the worst, we check the dogs and find them all ok. We call the police, they take blood for DNA, verify nothing was taken and leave.
Later on in the day, we get another call. They found the guy.
Turns out he had turned up at the police station to report some dangerous dogs, and gave our address. He then admitted to breaking into the house. He admitted attempted theft to report our dogs four attacking him when he came in.
I have lost faith in humanity.
Luckily as he had entered our house, our dogs are completely safe and have been given lots of treats for keeping us safe.
I will bring you stories of horrific managers when my internet returns.
TTFN,
--The Science Ninja.
Posted by Ilia on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Ilia on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Freddy on Wednesday, May 22, 2013 | Permalink
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Many of the teachers were heroes during the Moore tornado. Trenda Purcell and her teacher's aide created a music came to help calm the children calm their nerves as the storm approached. You can feel the woman's passion, strength, and bravery.
Jancie Brim directed her kids into a closet and bathrooms, most definitely saving all of their lives. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone in Moore, Okalahoma.
Posted by Freddy on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Usually, I could care less about whatever is going on, or what people think is going on, but sometimes the rumors involve close co-workers or even myself. The ones about myself are so over the top all I can do is laugh, so I don't worry about those.
But some of my co-workers get really upset about what people say and think about them. Some of these rumors have spilled out into the customer base (small town).
How do you all handle absurd and ridiculous rumors? I know every workplace has a rumor mill, so I figured this was the best place to ask.
Thanks for any input you all can give! Stay strong and rumor free, fellow slaves!
--Durango Deli Slave
Posted by Ilia on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Freddy on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Ilia on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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So I have a story for you which happened to me many years ago when I first got into slave labour (*ahem* retail *ahem*). I was working at our areas predominant grocery store in the Deli, as a clerk and meat grabber.
It was a job I actually really enjoyed, since I got to spend most of the day dealing with sweet old ladies, and generally nice people. Everything there was by the books which sometimes led to conflicts in the "Customer is always right" vs "Workers rights" area. But considering we were all female I figured they would be a little more understanding about this situation.
So on this day it's extremely busy, and we're pumping out that sliced meat just as fast as our little hands can take us without slicing them on the cutter. All is going well, customers are getting what they need, and I'm offering the best damn service I can while barely having time to look at the customer.
All of a sudden a gentleman (so I thought) comes up and places his order. I start grabbing it, and all the while he's chatting me away. I courteously chat back and hand him his order. Does he leave? Nope. He stands there and keeps talking. I start asking if there's anything else I can grab him. Nope. He just "wants to admire such a beautiful young lady". Creepy.
By this point the line-up of 10-12 people behind him as well as the manager start giving me dirty looks, so I just start ignoring him and serving other people. Damned if he didn't stand there for the next 40 minutes, in the middle of the rush hour and chat to me (thin air). Finally, he leaves and blows me a kiss goodbye. Yuck.
So the manager comes up to me and tells me that I can't have friends hanging around here chatting while we're working (Creepy guy=40-50, Me=16). I just stood there and stared at her. I told her that I had no idea who that was, and that I was just serving them and they wouldn't leave.
She says: "Well, you need to assert yourself then!"
Really?
The next couple of days go by, and I didn't see CG(creepy guy). Until one day I'm out behind the counter restocking cheeses when one of my friends comes up. I discreetly showed her the new tattoo I had on my lower hip, chattered her up then went back to work.
Next thing you know CG comes up and compliments my tattoo. I completely ignore him and keep restocking. "Do you have any others?"
"Can I check?", and damned if he doesn't reach over to start pulling up my shirt. At this point I freaked, ran behind the counter, and told one of my much older coworkers what I had happened. She told me to wait in the cooler while she went to help him.
CG said he "Didn't want to deal with anyone but me"
Coworker says "No, I am now on my break. Company policy doesn't allow workers to help custys once clocked out."
This continues for a while, until he goes and files a complaint with head office!
Coworker sees how fucking freaked out I am, tells me to talk to the head office as well as our manager. They said that I would no longer have to deal with this customer and not to worry. Great!!
Well that didn't last long. We had a very strict break schedule, that unfortunately he knew. So the last break of the day, when my coworkers would leave for break, he would come in while I was by myself. I couldn't leave the counter or the area until coworker came back. Luckily customers aren't allowed behind the counter so he couldn't touch me, but it was still extremely creepy. When brought up to managers, the answer was, well they have to take a break. I asked if we could get one of the stock boys to come watch while I worked alone for a half hour. No dice.
Unfortunately, nothing really ended up being done about this situation. I ended up quitting a few days later after the last encounter. I always just hoped though that an awesome company would do there best to protect a young employee from verbal sexual assault. Well at least it was an honest initiation into the world of retail!
Hope no one's customer is ever as bad as this!
Cheers!
--RHUer
Posted by Ilia on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by NC Tony on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Ilia on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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My friend Travelpro always has the juiciest retail stories, and I got permission from her to post this one as well.
The set-up: Travelpro has recently gotten a job at a hardware store in town, and while some days are more "Ugh, Thrognar take me now," than others, she seems to like it well enough.
When she was hired, she got a weird surprise: her kind-of stepbrother, Celsius, was working there as well. He was, in fact, her new supervisor. (The "kind-of" part refers to the fact that their parents are not married, simply dating. They're not actually related by blood OR marriage.) They decided not to say anything, and keep things strictly professional. This was easy enough on Travelpro's end, but Celsius... there were some casual bets in Travelpro's circle of friends as to how long he would last. Celsius has had some issues with hard drugs, and also, some bi-polar problems that he seemed to want to ignore.
The first official day of work started out wrong. This store was brand new, and had to be merchandised before opening. The first day of merchandising fell on a day that Travelpro had indicated that she could not work due to her school schedule. She had it off, and had checked twice with management that she was scheduled off that particular day. They both told her yes. So she ran a few errands first thing in the morning that day, and I happened to go with her.
When her phone rang, she was surprised to see that it was Celsius, wanting to know where she was and saying that he was calling in the capacity of "concerned stepbrother" rather than as a supervisor. He stated that everyone else was scheduled to work that day, and why wasn't she at work?
She explained that she was told that she had that day off and asked if she had actually been scheduled. She asked him to check the schedule and call her back. When he did, he said that he hadn't looked for her name specifically, but had seen everyone else's name.
They finally decided that she was not working, but guess who called next? Travelpro's mom. Celsius has said something to his dad, who had said something to her mom, who had called her. Frustrated, Travelpro phoned Celsius' supervisor to find out what the deal was, and he replied that she could come in if she wanted to, but that she was not scheduled to work.
A few weeks later, Travelpro was having dinner with a friend when she received another phone call from Celsius, asking about beer. She told him that she was out with a friend already, but that maybe they could hang out the following weekend.
He clarified: he wanted her to BRING him beer, then leave.
He wanted a beer delivery service because, as a minor, he could not buy his own. He tried to pull, "I'm your supervisor," on her a few times, and she delivered her no in the kind of customer service voice that one reserves for crusties with expired coupons.
It was a shortly after this that Travelpro learned from her mother that Celsius had lost his job. He had told everyone that a whole bunch of people had gotten fired that weekend, when in fact, it had just been himself and another guy.
He told his father that he had been fired because of his seizures (no), which Travelpro leaned of through the Rumor Mill. The other guy was fired for juggling dangerous tools. Celsius was caught jousting... at a stack of birdseed...with a pallet jack. I just... damn, RHU. Damn.
May Your Kind-Of Relatives Stay the Hell Away From Your Jobsite,
--Without Nametag
Posted by Ilia on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Posted by Freddy on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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From Business Insider: During the State of the Union address President Barack Obama indicated that he hoped to raise the federal minimum wage to $9.00 from its current stance of $7.25.
As it stands, the only state in the U.S. with a minimum wage higher than $9.00 is Washington.
Were the increase to go through, every other state in the nation will have to adapt.
Already people have come out to label the program a job killer, and the companies that will be impacted most should the policy become law will be the companies that employ a large quantity of low-income workers making at or slightly above the federal minimum wage.
The National Employment Law Project studies industries and identifies companies where employees have low wages. In July 2012 the group released a study listing the largest U.S. companies that primarily have low-wage employees.
Note that there's no hard numbers on how many of these companies workers are making the exact minimum wage. And the column of the US Workforce refers to all of these companies' US workers, not just their workers making a low wage.
Posted by Freddy on Tuesday, May 21, 2013 | Permalink
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Greetings Curious Scroller,
If you've never landed in this part of cyber space before, you have taken a hard, fast plunge into the fiery depths of work hell. RHU is dedicated to giving the service worker a voice. If you are an angry customer, a corporate suite, a homophobic race-hater, and you don't like skull masks or swear words, this blog isn't for you. Click away now, before your ears bleed and your eyes explode.
I'm Freddy, Crypt Keeper of Retail Hell Underground RHU -- a place for service slaves to have a voice, tell their story, support each other, or just have a chuckle about the insanity of working in the 10th Circle of Hell! I'm also the author of "Retail Hell," the funny memoir about life as a handbag sales associate at an upscale department store! The sequel, "Return To The Big Fancy," has just been released in hardcover and e-reader and is available wherever books are sold!
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