Working with the public totally sucks!

Please explain to me why people are such @$$holes???

Why??? Why is it that people feel the need to pee on clothes in the dressing room? It’s like, “Mommy mommy I have to pee!” And the mother says, “Oh ok honey why don’t you do it on that nice pile of clothes over there? We don’t have to clean it up.”

For that matter, why do people leave their clothes in there anyway? Is it really that hard to take them out after you are done? I’m not asking you to put it away, just bring it to the register.

Also, why do people feel the need to come in 5 minutes before we close? I’m talking the last hour is DEAD and five minutes before the store closes, everyone and their mother has to come in the store. “Hurry kids! We must try on everything in the store! They’re closing in 5 minutes!” Gee it’s not like you had ALL night…the bastards.

I think everyone should have to work with the public atleast once. I guarentee people would be different. I just want to wring people’s necks…man I HATE PEOPLE. I’m going to become a hermit and live in the mountains before i commit an unspeakable act.

Only 93 more shopping days till Christmas.

Enjoy.

Well, at least you didn’t have to hose down shit off the bathroom walls, on pretty much a daily basis. I don’t get it. The floor, I understand, they missed. But the walls??

Ahhhh, a library science degree.

OMFG, woman!! I know exactly how you feel but I’ll do you (not that you pervs!) one better! I worked for three different adult retail stores. Think retail with stalkers, nudity, and drunken-ness!

I had a old man who stalked me. He thought that since I could talk about anything and that I answered ALL his damn questions about a lot of our product that I was somehow hitting on him. He offered me his “business” card and told me I could redeem it (huh?) for dinner and a shopping spree. WTF?

He brought me dinner, which I threw away. He brought in some skanky older lady that was a “special, special” friend thinking we’d become fast friends or even better, sexual partners. He found out which car was mine and if he saw it parked out front, he’d come in and try to talk to me for hours…

I had a guy leave a bodily fluid on my counter, next to the register, when I was working all alone on a Sunday.

I had another guy bring me food, which I threw away.

I had another guy bring me roses for helping him select an item.

I had another guy(freak) ask me if he could try out some lube in the bathroom! I said he’d have to buy it and go home to test it but he decided to go behind a clothing rack and whip out his manroot! He got red lube all over the floor (flavored) and left a trail going out the door when I yelled at him and grabbed my phone to call the cops.

You wanna trade horror stories? I’ve seen numerous naked bodies and parts exposed in my stores, and I don’t mean on film! I’ve had so many offers for sex/S&M/B&D with singles AND couples, it’s sickening.

The local bars around us closed one hour before we did and I don’t know why but alcoholic beverages gulped down in mass quantities makes some folks real stupid and horny. I’ve had a few guys fall over, pee themselves, cry-- yes, cry – to me about their “boring” ol’ spouse who won’t do anything fun in bed, and “hey, why donchoo come on over ta my housssssse after w-work? Yer sooo purty.” stumble fall ZZZZZ

I’ve had lame ass shoplifters stuff magazines and toys down their pants, and try to get out the door past me. I’ve gotten the creme de la creme of crank calls almost daily. Talk about the shit of the crop, let me tell you!

I dare anyone who reads this board to try working at such a place and survive! I left after four years and whaddya know? I might be… might be a wee bit jaded.

RETAIL SUCKS GOAT BUTT

Why yes, I’m quite sure there is a fetish for that.

Ewww I don’t think i could EVER work in a store like that!! Holy hell!!! The worst thing I’ve ever seen was shitty drawers in the dressing room. Nasty. But you…was work that hard to find?? and four years??? There must be a medal for you somewhere…

The pay is supposed to be… cough better? Now, there’s some humor! That’s comedy! (add laugh track here). “We’ll pay a higher hourly and commission sales rate while you deal with the dregs of humanity, it’s just SOOO worth it.”

Once you get a porn retail job, it’s very hard for “normal” retail managers to look at you with anything other than… well, scorn. I tried getting out but they pulled me back in! Ha ha.

I did try to leave and came back into the den of depravity, into the welcoming (EWW) arms of the porn retail customers (just kidding). I got a job at Barnes and Noble after three years of the adult retail scene, and you’d have thought I had a disease.

The whispers and looks I got behind my back were absolutely horrible from these supposedly civilized folk, my uppity co-workers who stank of cafe lattes and books. Giving them all a big, mental flip o’ the bird, I walked back into the House of Sin, never looking back.

Personally not one to toot my own horn, I’m a damn good salesgirl! I’ve done all sorts of retail; music, books, art supplies, clothing and adult. The worst is the adult, no big surprise.

When Mr. Winkie wants his porn, he wants his porn… manners be damned!

I worked at Wal Fart for 9 months a few years ago and the worst thing I ever found was a huge dump someone took on a white tank top and left in the men’s fitting room.

Oh I agree… it sucks… but what do you expect when you deal with customers?

Oh… and I think this belongs in the pit… mods…? Mooooooods?

Yes, it’s a rant, a flaming off toward idiot customers. Toward sick-minded idiots. Let’s move…

I deal with the public by phone… They call and I help with environmental issues.

A woman called yesterday and complained about her neighbors complaining - who were complaining about a local farm. The caller then proceeds to talk to me for TWENTY-FIVE minutes. Her job, her kids, her first boyfriend, her neighbors, her town, her latest huband is cheating, her attitude, her daughter’s wedding, her new supervisor.

She’s 37 and has to share her entire life with a random stranger. That’s pretty sad.

People are lonely.
Many have no one to talk to.
It really is pretty sad.

Indeed. They often do silly things dropping turds in the wrong forum. And then leaving them there for the mods to step in.

Flushed to the Pit.

Holy shit, that’s funny.

SanguineSpider - that’s so funny !

I had a friend who used to work at an adult store as well. There was a box of little servings of lube next to the cash and every time someone bought a dildo he would perkily say “Would you like lube with that?” - trying to be helpful, obviously - and get a kick out of people who looked shocked and embarassed. “Of course not ! Why would you think so?” … why, because you’ve just bought a rubber 12" vibrating penis …

He also told me about the fake ass that they stocked (two orifices, basically the middle slice of the Real Doll), which was hilarious. The manager was really excited about it and trained him carefully on how to sell it. “Get them to feel the ass! It’s really life-like !”

I’d love to see a manufacturer’s catalog to see what these managers choose not to stock …

I work phone support for Yahoo, and a lot of people seem to mistake me for the company. We’re constantly getting yelled at or sworn at. People seem to mistake service for slavery!

Also, the people who come running up to you while you’re busy and expects you to drop everything you’re doing just to serve them. And when you say “I’ll be with you in a second” they act like you just told them to drop dead. Which, in some cases, I guess it’s implied.

Um, what’s with all the extra space at the bottom of Rhaeven’s posts? Twenty blank lines in your sig, or what?

I loved to shock my customers.

So many guys were amazed that I “could talk about sex so comfortably”, that was the number one comment I got besides, “You really know your product!”, which sounds so bad… so very, very bad!

I got paid for how much I sold so of course I’m going to know my product (not in the biblical sense, no no!). Of course, I’m going to instruct the customer about how something works. I don’t want some fool hurting himself…

well…
he may enjoy being hurt but not to the point of going to the hospital because he didn’t use the product correctly. You get my drift.

I had those wonderful nights working alone (yes… all alone in a store full of porn addicts until 2 am – big fun) when I’d get that last rush of lust-filled, sex-starved people through my door. Some of them were drunk to boot at that wee hour of the morning, even more FUN!

I used to do “tours” of my store if a big group of friends/lovers/whatever that would come in together. They thought it was cute and fun when I did. I lead them around the store answering questions, demonstrating the use of items properly (WHEN applicable of course and legal!), and give hints as to what was really good or not, product-wise.

That was a fun part of my job, among making fun of some customers when they left the store. You know you all do that, too!! There are just some people that naturally happens to, you can’t help BUT do it. I’m not evil, truly.

I had my regulars who sort of befriended me, who didn’t seem so bad as I got to know them (as much as one can know someone shopping for porn anyway) and my co-workers who were funny, clever, hip, and a lot of fun to work with. Trust me, you appreciate humor on those long, incredibly dull nights when all the work is done and no one is shopping.

Other than some of the bad customers (the freaks who stalked, exposed, hit on, and were disgustingly perverted-- “Animal videos? No, sir, that is illegal in the state of _____.”), it was a fun job. It had its moments…

SanguineSpider, your comments here call to mind one of the true classic SDMB threads: Smut shop employees

The thing about that thread is that the posts by PRISM02 were made by a banned poster under a new screen name. The banned poster was known for starting out with innocuous posts and eventually creating detailed, fanciful accounts of his purported activities. That thread is the one in which the banned poster’s distinctive posting style came to the fore.

I would suggest that you read it through to the end, because of Arnold Winklereid’s brilliant satire/hijack. Enjoy.

I’ve no wish to be banned for my offerings so I’ll just stop with the points I’ve made and go quietly…
ahem…