This explains why so many crustys and custo-monsters come into our stores with their shitty attitudes and try to ruin our days.
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Crustys explained!
This explains why so many crustys and custo-monsters come into our stores with their shitty attitudes and try to ruin our days.
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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.
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I'm sure I'll get flak for saying this, but can't the same thing be said for some of the stories on here, too? Too often, people get stressed or freaked out because of one asshole customer.
Posted by: Boho | Monday, March 11, 2013 at 09:16 PM
The difference is that while J Random Dumbass customer only sees a few salespeople a day, the people behind the register may see hundreds, and it builds up. Most of the stories aren't 'this one person did it', even though they read that way, they're more 'straw that broke the camel's back'.
Posted by: Techtyger | Monday, March 11, 2013 at 09:43 PM
This is my brain.
However, when I needlessly make irritating grains of sand into entire galaxies (as opposed to mole hills into mountains), I do try to keep it to myself and not ruin other people's days over it.
And if I feel the dam break and the water rushing over, and recognize what is happening, I do try to make the effort to assure the other person that they had nothing to do with it, and apologize for sounding crabby.
If all else fails, and I realize later that I was a bitch to someone (this is rare, as far as I can tell), I track them down and apologize next time I'm in.
Posted by: quartz | Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 07:29 AM
Omg, I love scumbag brain! My brain is so like that.
Posted by: Chicajojobe | Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 08:55 AM
Exactly Techtyger. Sure one or two crustys won't ruin your whole day, but 20 will push you into "I want to tear out someone's throat with my teeth" mode. Of course when I get like that I come home, turn on the Xbox and end some virtual lives.
Posted by: NC Tony | Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 03:36 PM