That's right, we're closed.

Oh, yeah. It goes in one ear and out the other. They’re only concerned with what they need at the moment.

One day I had to come in around 7ish to get a huge pile of our lumber cut, so I hadn’t even picked up the cash float yet. Gate is closed, my lights are still off, I’m taping a pile of the wood together. Some airhead walked in, stared at me and asked, “Uh, are you, like, open?”

I said, “Uh, no. Sorry. We open at 11.”

Her: blinks a few times “Well, I really need some paper for my, like, printmaking class. The class starts in 20 minutes. Can’t I just get, like, two sheets?”

Me: “Sorry. I don’t even have any cash in the register yet.”

Her: more blinking “Well, ok, how about, like, one sheet then?”

Me: “Look, I’m really sorry, but I can’t make a sale without the float, and even if I had it I’m not allowed to open before 11. It’s the rules.”

Her:rusty gears turning in her head “Well, how about if you like, give me some paper and I’ll come back at 11 to pay for it?”

Me: really fed up now “No.”

Her: Sighs dramatically and leaves in a huff

Heh. You know that saying, “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach”? (no offense meant to any teachers here, btw). Well, that holds true to some of the art profs here. They have some of their personal “work” featured on the department’s website. Some of these guys couldn’t pour paint out of a jar if the instructions were written on the bottom.

And then some of the profs have really good work, so I guess it balances.

Shit.

Now I dropped my keys into a puddle–all because this stupid bitch in the store who HEARS me and SEES me, won’t open up!!! <rattles handle of door>
Bet she’s a frustrated artist who has shit for talent…

Let’s go get coffee and then we can soap the windows of that stupid store, kay?

:smiley: this is fun!

I work one day a month at a ladies consignment shop, which closes at 4:00PM. I’ve had the lights off, radio off, blinds pulled, etc, in the back room grabbing my coat and had people come in and start browsing. I told them they were closed and Ms. Snotty Pants said “Well maybe you should have locked the door then.” to which I replied “No, maybe you should learn to read, because there’s a big sign on the door that says ‘CLOSED’.” They left in a huff. heh - it’s nice working somewhere where the management appreciates that some people are dumbasses.

Back in college, I worked at Ross, a clothing store. We had one woman banging on the door, demanding that we re-open the doors immediately. It was only 5pm, and we were open until 6! It says so right there on the sign! Bang bang bang!

It was with great glee that our head cashier pointed out it was Daylight Saving Time and the clocks had been set forward that day.

Hee hee hee.

:stuck_out_tongue: :smiley:

I don’t think he was ranting about the length of the work day so much as the 6 hours without food, likely caused by constant service to customers who manage to actually go to the bookstore during posted hours.

You’ve completely missed the OP’s point. Her point wasn’t “how dare you try to come in when I haven’t had lunch yet”, it was "don’t argue and complain at me about when we close and try to browbeat me into “just giving you an X, or Y, when it’s CLEARLY POSTED when the store closes”.

As several others have stated Closed is Closed. Whether or not those who determine the hours are wrong or not, does NOT make it okay to be an asshole and torture the worker in the store because you (generic you) don’t get to have your way.

Period. I am SO with the OP on this one, it’s just another example of the HUGE sense of entitlement that way too many people have these days.

No, but it does qualify as idiocy, and when they then whine and complain and try as the OP describes to “just give me a ruler” and so on, especially when they’re argumentative and snotty about it, IS verbal abuse.

I always was amazed by the people who’d send small children (think five years old) to come and knock on our door at Kmart after hours (10 pm!), rather than get out of their cars and do it themselves. What the fuck, send your five year old through a dark, deserted parking lot to bang on the door of a store after it’s CLOSED?

Yeah, you’re a regular candidate for Mother of the Year, aren’t you?

Amen, sister!!

I’m working 60 hour weeks at a restaurant now and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tell people we’re not open yet because we’re still setting up.

For all you dumbfucks out there, if:

[ul]
[li]the neon open or restaurant logo signs aren’t on[/li][li]our regular signs listing the prices of our dishes aren’t out[/li][li]I’m still sweeping last night’s 30 person party’s food off the ground[/li][li]I’M WALKING INTO THE RESTAURANT WITH MY JACKET AND PURSE STILL ON AND THE LIGHTS ARE OFF IN THE ENTIRE RESTAURANT (i.e. I’m unlocking the doors for myself and the other employees just now)[/li][/ul]

THEN WE ARE NOT OPEN!!

Oh you need food now? Right now? You’ll die if you don’t get food right now? Then go across the street to the deli. If you want food, then wait. If you’re going to bitch and moan because I’m not changing the whole business for you, then I’m calling the cops. We have our open hours for a reason so shut up and stop pestering me. I’m busy setting up for and will be dealing with asshats like you for the next 10 hours.

And this goes the same for if we’re closed. If the lights are off in the dining area, the neon signs are off AND we’re taking the dinner settings off the tables and setting for lunch for tomorrow, THEN WE’RE FUCKING CLOSED! If you don’t understand that after the above, and then after asking us numerous time because you just can’t understand why we would be closed - then you need to be sterilized!

I had two girls come into my restaurant tonight asking if we were closed after looking at our neon signs which were off, seeing that we were setting up for lunch, and that we were giving the bills to the last two tables. We told them we were closed and they said “well those two tables are eating, why can’t we eat too? Can’t you give us some food too?” HOW OLD ARE YOU, YOU STUPID BITCH!? The last two tables came here over an hour ago when we were still open with all the flashy signs on and everything. And as soon as they pay, they’ll leave so we can finish cleaning up so we can go home! I don’t want to add onto my already hefty 60 hour week just to serve you because you can’t understand that businesses have certain hours. I don’t care that my city isn’t like New York because we’re not open 24 hrs a day. Your being snarky to me and saying that 9:30pm isn’t a reasonble closing time won’t convince me that I should stay open longer and serve you food. We’re actually one of the few restaurants in the city that stays open even this late. So thank us for being open as late as we are already. So. Fuck. You.

Huff.

after reading her post

Sorry about the hijack…

Obviously we disagree, because I think that the OP is the one with a too large sense of entitlement.

“Oh no, people are banging on the doors after hours (well, after 3pm :rolleyes: )
whatever shall I do?” Faints.

Oh, go to hell. You obviously can’t read very well, as you missed the post where I stated that I work 9am-7pm most days. This means I have to go from 9am to 3pm without food OR drink, because I’m the only one who works at the store, therefore I don’t get the 15 minute break that’s supposedly designated to everyone. Then I have to close at 3, try to cram my lunch in there, then walk or bike back to the other side of campus so I can work THERE for the last few hours. So when assholes come crying at the door half an hour after I close, arguing with me and taking up 10 minutes of my already rushed lunch hour because they “forgot” to come in during business hours, I have every damn right to be pissed off, TYVM. I can tell you’ve either never had a job, or whatever job you do have is a fucking cakewalk.

If your store closes at 3:00, then the terrorists have won. :frowning:

If customers coming in late is the biggest problem you’ve encountered on the job, you’re the one with the “fucking cakewalk”. TYVM.

It’s not even close to the biggest problem - but it sure adds to the ones that are already there.

You try being by yourself on the first day of classes when there’s 85 people lined up down the hall, you have to go and grab 8’ long pieces of lumber and a 50lb box of clay for each person, or drag a 4’x4’ piece of MDF board out for 25 people, and you can’t even go to the fucking bathroom. I’d like to see how you feel after 6 hours of that. Did I mention I have absolutely no help? That’s even more fun when receiving comes in a dumps a 200lb box of paper or roll of canvas on the floor that I CAN’T EVEN MOVE by myself.

Personally, I blame Oprah.

Ah. Yes. Working on the auxilliary concession stand at a movie theater this summer. I’m the only back there, so opening is a pain, especially when the manager will “just be there in a minute” to unlock the cabinets and candy drawers, so you can’t get practically any of your stock ready. The overhead lights are off, the popcorn warmer is dark and unwarm and empty, the candy light is off, and I’m futzing around with the toaster for the pretzel bites.

“Uh…are you open?”
“No, sorry, not yet.”
“Can’t I just get a soda and some skittles?”
“I’m sorry, I’m not open.”
“Why not?”
“…aaargh…”

I don’t think you understand. Not getting into a store after it closed is humiliating. In fact, more humiliating than getting raped by your uncle.