I 've never ranted here before (at home, sure). I hardly ever even start threads, even.
So I can only hope somebody else agrees I have a good reason. (Because I’m vunerable : > )
So my SO is driving me to work. like he usually does. He doesn’t usually park, but today he wants to come in and buy something (bookstore). So he’s waiting for somebody to pull out, pantiently, while they’re going through a difficult K curve, and just as they get clear, some asshole (althought I hesitate to deride the useful and always responsible orifice by association) swerves around us and into the space.
I don’t normally get bothered by this kind of thing. SO is usually the driver, and usually, when he gets pissed off I kind of think he’s overreacting. But this was just so obnoxious. It really was. So, on my way in (SO is still looking for another parking space) I tap on his window and gesture to what he just left behind him and say something about what was he thinking cutting us off like that. And give him an annoyed look. OK, a VERY annnoyed look. Note- no profanity, no insults. No obscene hand gestures.
I go on to work. End of story. Should be.This is not a rant about stupid drivers.
Couple hour later, I get summumed by L. (yellow running dog of M. our manager) to M.'s office. Stupid reckless driver has CALLED UP and complained that someone he discovered was an employee has harrassed him in the parking lot. He was scared. He didn’t know if he should come back to the store. So we had a TALK. An uncomfortable, degrading, deeply humliating talk, the point of which is I am a representative of Barnes and Noble and I have degraded it’s good name because it BELIEVES in bad driving when it’s done by customers, and what was I thing\king employees aren’t even suppoes to park where a customer is thinking about parking.
This is the point. This is my rant: some inconsiderate jerk calls up. And the customer is always right. A threat of lack of business (no matter if it’s bullshit) is always the most important thing.
It’s not that they brought up the phone call to me. It’s not that they wanted to talk to me about it. A complaint is a complaint.They have to address it.
It’s the utter humorlessness. It’s the compleat inability for either one of them to say at any point, this guy was kind of a jerk. We know you (they should!) we know you don’t fly off the handle at just anything. Just, ya know, cool it, you’re at work. Anything. Anything at all that said any asshole customer did not in all possible ways trump a Trusted Employee. Anything at all that said Trusted Employee does not equal Piece of Shit…
I swear, anything at all.
They keep me there till they get what they want. I act contrite and beg forgiveness for besmerching the B&N name. I hate myself for it. But, fuck, unfortuantly I kind of like my job otherwise.
And…ya know…I’m a good employee. Because despite myself, I like people (note, I said people, not customers). I like helping them find books and music and whatever them come in looking for. And I’m pretty knowledgable, and can usually give them some kind of advice. So, I’m a pretty useful bookstore employee. But after five minutes with those two, after knowing my manager won’t ever back me up no matter what a customer does…I feel like tripping people on their way in. I feel like an idiot for doing anything that might be considered good customer service, since everything I do is- what?- a reflection of B&N, and B&N thinks I’m a piece of shit.
I don’t do it. Of course not. But they make it hard.