Ok, so not necessarily everyone who uses an apple computer.
The Journey Begins
Yesterday, I walked into an “apple only” computer store, where I was a bit apprehensive of going to in the first place. Walking into this place, it at first seemed there was no rhyme or reason to anything they were doing. Upon entrance through the doorway, there is a young girl standing by a numbered ticket dispenser. I walk in and look around me before noticing her, because she looks just like any other customer really, which there are countless hordes of in this all too tinier than even my apartment fourth floor of a building. What I see is lots of people standing around just like me, looking askance at the world around them, perhaps like me thinking, where the hell do I go for help or some type of customer service. (I later found out I was right on the mark). Suddenly the girl approaches me with a ticket and says, “Do you need help?”. Wonderful I think, customer service with a smile. How wrong I was…
The Apple People
“I need an adapter for…”
“Oh, that stuff is like, over there I think… ummm, yeah, that counter, just wait by that counter.”- she says.
“Thanks!”, I reply so heartily thinking, wow, even with all this discord, no real “stations” to approach for help, or actual “counters” other than the one I was approaching, they must know what they are doing… wrong again.
So I shuffle my way through a line that’s formed beside me to the counter left of them. No one is there, but I see the adapters I need for my humble PowerMac8500 to a PC Monitor. I know which one I need, but patience and a smile I’m sure will bring the help I need to pick it off the shelf behind the counter for me and charge me. NOPE!
Ten minutes later… I approach the girl and ask, “Am I standing at the right place? Or is there something else I’m supposed to do, take a number maybe? I’m not sure, this is my first time here…”
“Oh”, she says, “Ummm, hold on, I think someone will be able to help you there…”
…along comes a man that walks right by me with a big grin on his face, sees me in front of him, mind you directly in front of him, and says over my head and to the line behind me, “Next, anyone need any help?”
Peeved doesn’t describe what I’m feeling at this point.
“I’m right here”, I say, “I’ve been waiting…”
“Sorry sir, there’s a line!”
“I was directed to the counter, and asked if there…”
“Next!”
-enter customer from line approaches behind me.
customer:“I am standing in line sweating for a long time, you cannot cut in front like that!”
me:“I’m not cutting, I’m trying to explain…”
counterperson:“Sir, there’s a line, do you need help or not? Get to the end of the line!”
Apple Nazi?
I’m scorched, so I decide, I’m not taking this crap from some low life counter help doofus that doesn’t know the first thing about a)customer service, b)computers and c)plain etiquette.
“I wanna speak to the manager now!, Your’e all a bunch of idiot, damn freak, I’m standing by the counter THAT (I point my finger) girl directed me to and waiting for ten minutes to deal with you bastards telling me I’m wrong for it and have to wait for more? I know what I want, I want to get it, pay, and leave!”
That was not good. Apple “people” are thick headed lemmings. That’s the best I can describe this counter person as. There are no managers, there is no order here, and everyone looks at me like it’s the end of the world.
“Is there any organization to how this place works? When I ask if I should be standing here, or taking a number, or waiting in line, shouldn’t I be told the correct answer? Or do you welcome all customers like this?”
the girl:“Oh, sorry, I ummmm… I have to go on break”
Seething!!! smoke may as well be coming out from my ears.
The Apple People fear me!
Every customer that was on the line I was supposed to stand in offers me the space before them…
What are they thinking? I have to go to the front of the line to be recognized now by the counter person? OH sheesh, whatever powers that be, please tell me that isn’t so. Please tell me that no matter what, these Apple Nazi’s are going to just give me what I came for, and let me out of here!
nope…
I’m the first person in line now… The counter person is grinning… I want to kill him.
I make plans… It’s my turn finally… and the counter person walks away.
Now, either I’m wearing a sign that says, Pick on (soulsling) today, or these people are really just brainless. AS I’m standing in line, I overhear this conversation from a desk behind me, a desk that is apparently where a store worker is helping a customer who was waiting in the pit of despair all customers apparently wait in before being called up…
worker:Next! Number 74? or anyone before 74? Anyone before 74? Oh, you have… what number? 72? Ok, yeah, I’ll help you…
customer:I need to pick up a laptop my boss dropped off the other day…
worker:Oh, ok, what’s the name? And by the way, it’s not a laptop, it’s a PO-WER-BOOOOK.
customer:oh… ok, sorry, ummm, (mumbles off name)
worker:How are you paying for this?
customer:Credit card…(hands over card)
worker:Did you sign this card?
customer:No, it’s not mine.
worker:Ok, did you use this card ever before?
customer:No, it’s not mine, it’s my bosses, she signed it.
worker:Yeah, I had a feeling it wasn’t yours, I can’t help you with this.
customer:Can’t we fax something in to confirm it?
worker:No. But why don’t you have your boss call me…
I was finally called up to the counter, different counter person of course, I asked for my adapter…
“Oh, I don’t think we have those…”
“YES YOU DO, THEY’RE OVER THERE, I WANT THAT ONE, JUST GET IT, CHARGE ME, AND LET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE”
“Oh, Ok… yeah sure…”
Needless to say, 1 hour 20 minutes later, I’m done.
WTF!!!
This is completely everything I’ve been warned about when encountering “Apple People”, but I never realized it was for real. Are these folks from another planet or something?
This is of course my opinion, not humble in the least, (I don’t believe an opinion can be humble)but I didn’t think it belongs in the pit because it’s not about the boards or mods and I just had to get it off my chest.
Any opinions out there?