The last time I complained to a manager, it was because an assistant manager was giving my checkout guy a hard time without actual cause.
See, my husband and I had a regular checkout guy at our grocery store. We saw him every week - he was personable and friendly and we actually kind of enjoyed our little chats with him. So, one day I was checking out, chatting with our checkout guy, and the assistant manager (who was and remains a tool) started giving him a hard time - in front of me, causing my checkout to be delayed while he did so - about being “unprofessional”.
It’s not like he was telling off-color jokes. We were randomly talking about the relative quality of two products - he was telling me he liked one brand of rolls better than the one I’d chosen. It was a new product in the store, so I was actually sort of glad to have it pointed out to me, you know? Oh, and he’d asked me where my husband was, since we customarily came in together. Random check out small talk, basically.
So the assitant manager started berating our guy and I looked at our guy - who gave me that sort of look that equates to a shrug and an eyeroll, and I started defending the checkout guy. “Pardon me, but he was just being friendly and bringing a new and possibly more to my preference product to my attention. He was beng perfectly professional about the whole thing.”
The assitant manager was then rude to me - presumably for the temerity of disagreeing that with him that our checkout guy was being unprofessional. I called him - politely - on his rudeness and he told me to shut up. The conversation went something like this:
Me: There’s no need to be impolite to me - since I was the customer he was supposedly being unprofessional to, I thought you might like to know I didn’t consider him unprofessional at all. He was very polite and friendly and helpful, actually.
Assistant Manager: Shut up. I’ll deal with you later.
My reaction is best summed up in smilies.
:eek: :mad:
I made my checkout guy call the store manager.