It has been previously established that I work for an office supply store - let’s call it Maples. I’m usually an evening shift drone in the Copying & Printing Department, but during a recent drought of cashiers I have been relegated to live the horribly depressing life of a Checkout Girl from nine to five. This puts me into much more intimate contact wit the register system, allowing me to observe that We Have A Problem.
Every once in a while, for reasons known only to God and themselves, the suits up in Corporate decide that we need to do a “Customer Survey” - AKA “interrogating every poor bastard who attempts to give us money.”
The last time this happened, we had to find out where they lived and why they were buying their stuff. This time all we have to do is enter their ZIP code, but it’s still annoying. Especially since the prompt for the information is required to be filled before you can do anything else - including a price check. And it won’t let you just hit “enter” and skip past it - you have to put in a five-digit number. Even if you make something up, that’s still wasted time - and if you start to ring but forget to do that, you have to start over.
Of course it’s annoying to the customer, those unfortunate souls who never expected the Spanish Inquisition when their printer ran out of ink. But it’s also annoying to the cashier, who can’t even charge somebody six damn cents for a photocopy without finding out where they get their mail.
The poor girls who ask for the ZIP codes usually end up taking abuse from customers who, rightly, feel that the store has no real need or right to know unless they choose to sign up for a mailing list or something. It’s not the cashiers’ fault, though, dammit!
In silent protest, I’ve been consistently entering either the ZIP code of the store, or the ZIP code of Longview, Texas. I don’t believe I ever once asked the customer for his or her ZIP code, because I believe it is needlessly invasive. Sadly, I doubt my fucking around will be sufficient to skew the results so much that the suits will notice and decide it’s not worth repeating their little plan in the future.
Who’s the genius at the home office who thinks it’s such a great idea to annoy people before we allow them to give us money? :rolleyes: