Elmwood: Just because you can “flame back” it doesn’t mean you have to up the ante quite so much. What Billy did was rude, but this is the Pit. How you responded was waaaay over the top. I’m with Guin on this one. Just because you were pissed (and I can see why) it doesn’t mean it’s appropriate to make physical threats. Use a little common sense.
Well, maybe elmwood and Billy Baroo are best buds in real life, and this is all some kind of inside joke… Right? Right? C’mon, someone tell me I’m right? Please?
Point taken. I don’t believe that I had no right to flame back, as Guin implies, but I probably went a bit too far.
Or maybe elmwood and Billy Baroo should both just grow up and realize this is just words on a message board, not a life-and-death struggle for supremacy. Jeeze, guys, lighten the hell up.
Oops, simulpost. Please ignore last as you apparently are acting like a grown-up now, elmwood.
Oh for fuck’s sake.
Did I SAY you couldn’t flame back? No. I said you shouldn’t THREATEN.
Jesus.
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I thought that was implied in your earlier post; it wasn’t in the latter. My bad.
You DO have the right to flame back. You DON’T have the right to make real life physical threats. We do ban people who make real life threats.
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I don’t expect you to remember though, since you seem to have problems remembering to leave after “Please leave” is announced over a loudspeaker several times.
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You fucking idiot, he was annoyed about being bothered every 5 mins for about 30 mins before the store actually closed.
Maybe Michael Moore was doing a book-signing that day?
I believe you that it was a problem, but, just out of curiosity, how is that a problem?
Measuring out thirty yards of ANYTHING takes a batch of time, but taffeta is slinky and hard to manage and then you have to fold it up neatly, and that’s NINETY FEET of material that needs to be hassled with. I feel the pain here, really I do…
I used to work at a flat fold store and when the Indian ladies would come in and head for the chiffon tables we would all cringe in pain–they’d ignore the little tags on the pieces and unfold every piece on the table to “make sure” there was enough there for a sari… Have you ever tried refolding an entire huge table of chiffon? Several times in a day? Argh…
I worked at a Ross in college…we closed at 6p on Sundays. One woman comes banging on the glass door, demanding that we open back up because it’s only 5:30p!
The manager sweetly informed her that it was now Daylight Savings Time and the clocks had been set forward. It was 6:30p, not 5:30p. The expression on the woman’s face was one I’ll treasure to my grave…
elmwood, my sweet, you gotta have no pride and a healthy sense of humor in the pit. It sucks to have someone turn a rant around on you, but you gotta admire the humor in it. Otherwise, you’ll go mad.
A coupla months ago I posted a pit rant about Domino’s charging an extra, unannounced $1 for delivery, which pissed me off because I felt that any pizza place that was predicated on home delivery ought to quote the delivery charge as part of the price. So we had a little conversation going about this, other Dopers and I, and then heptaprod came in and told me my OP made me sound like some cheap fuck who ate shitty pizza. Nothing else, just an insulting, slap-in-the-face response to my OP. And you know what? He was dead right. My OP DID make me sound like a cheap fuck with no taste in pizza. I laughed my ass off.
You can get mad, but all that does is make your face red and steam blow out your ears. And, as you’ve noticed, it can also get you in trouble if you get carried away and -oops- threaten to sock someone in person.
Just laugh man, it was funny. You’ll live live longer and like the pit more.
you say this like it’s a bad thing.
There’s also the people who just really don’t give a crap and feel as if people working in retail are there to serve them 24 hours a day 7 days a week. That said retail worker has no life outside of their retail home and actually just sleeps on a cot in the back of the store…
True story: Three days before Christmas, i’m managing a botique in a mall (worst job i’ve ever had). This woman comes in with her daughter 5 minutes before closing. They buy something. They leave 5 minutes after closing, that’s okay. I don’t go into convulsions if I just have to stay an extra 5 or 10 minutes or anything. They then leave, I follow them and lock the door behind them. The mother turns and glares at me. Whatever. I start cleaning up the display the mother bought an item off of. I hear a knock on the door. It’s the mother daughter team from hell. I mouth “we’re closed.” They continue to knock. I ignore them. Knocking is driving me insane. I finally open the door just enough to stick my head out and say very nicely “i’m sorry, we’re CLOSED.” Daughter starts begginng and pleading that mother changed her mind and wants to look through the display again and pick another color. I say hold on, walk to display, pick up 4 different colors, carry them with me back to the door and tell her she can do a trade for any of those colors. Mommy doesn’t like. Mommy wants to go back into the store and look for something else. I say forget it. It’s now a half hour after close. She spits out at me “but it’s your JOB!!!” oh, HELL no.
I tell her, yes, this is my job. But I also have a family I’d like to get home to, JUST LIKE HER. I’m a person, JUST LIKE HER, not an appendege of the damn store I work at. I promptly slam the door, accidentily hitting her foot (she had it wedged in the door so I couldn’t shut it on her before).
20 minutes later there’s a knock on my door. It’s mall security. Bitch-on-wheels and bitch-on-wheels-junior had lodged a complaint that I had ASSULTED them by shutting the door “on them”.
Moral of this overly long story: the minute I hear ANY closing annoucement I don’t care HOW far in advance, i’m OUTTA there. Usually, when they start making the announcements, they’re starting their closing duties. Have mercy on your retail/food service workers (i’ve got an ARESENAL of waitress closing stories), their lives are NOT their jobs.
This reminds me of a story my brother’s friend was telling us once. He used to work in the cafeteria of one of the local colleges, and had a bunch of horror stories to tell. (like the one about the person who paid for a side of fries with a $50 bill; he wondered if they had anything smaller)
Then there was the one about this guy who wandered in five minutes before closing, wanting quite a few burgers, fries, and drinks. If it had just been the drinks, it wouldn’t have been that much of a problem. But since the customer wanted burgers and fries, the grill and such had to be started again. Did I mention it was five minutes before closing, and my brother’s friend had already cleaned the grill? Needless to say, he was quite pissed off that he had to restart the grill, then clean it again!
I run a wholesale distribution branch of industrial Power Transmisson items. We don’t have a lot of “walk-in” or “cash sales” as a retail store by any means, but we do get some. They are maybe, oh, 3% of my business but probably take up 35% of the time.
Come 5PM (when we close), I close the door. If I am in an especially generous mood I may let someone in if they come up to the door right at 5 but otherwise, I tell them to beat it. Sometimes, when I let someone in at 5 and I see that they have a good 20 mins of work to help them out. When that happens I tell them to come back tomorrow. Sometimes get lip, but I am very blunt and say “look, we close at 5. Not 5:10, not 5:20, not 5:30 BUT FIVE. We’ve been open since 8AM. Come back tomorrow… I’ve got things to do.” However, if they still insist I will also tell them that we have an after hours emergency service charge (a call out) for $50. I’ll stick around but they’re going to get charged that. You learn really quick “how badly” they need the stuff then.
Sometimes we get the odd call from schmucks at 4:55 wondering if we have something. After the talk they always ask “How long are you open?”. I say 2 more minutes.
“I’ll be right there, stay open for me ok?”
No. I’ll be open until 5..
I have no use for people that wait until the absolute last second for stuff. Unless I know them really well, they’ll know that it is us doing the favor for them, not the other way around. Our business is not to cater to these people. I couldn’t give a shit if you ever come here again. Better yet, if you expect people to stay after we close, go somewhere else.
Well now, in this case, I thought if the grill closed earlier than the rest of the place, they ought to post it. I’ve been to places like that, where the grill closes earlier and the food you can order is more limited after that time. But otherwise, if the place is open, I’d assume the business isn’t going to close down essential pieces of equipment until closing time.