More General Dissatisfaction
Only Jackasses Work At Wal-Mart
My very pregnant wife called me a moment ago to tell me about yet another abysmal Wal-Mart experience. Some might wonder why we would ever go back to Wal-Mart after so many bad experiences. Well, more times than not that’s all there is within close range. This was one of those times.
Today my tubby, expecting better half made her way over to Wal-Mart on her lunch break to buy a maternity shirt. She wore a blouse to work that seemingly became too small for her over night and her big belly kept poking out from under it! So she made her way back to the women’s clothing and started rummaging around.
After a few moments of unsuccessful browsing she went to the fitting room where two female employees lounged. My wife said she stood before them for a moment before they suspended their conversation when one cocked her head towards her and asked, “Can I help you?” in a sassy voice. My timid wife asked, “Do you guys carry maternity clothes?” “Uh, no” the lazy, fitting room attendant replied back.
At eight months into pregnancy a woman becomes very volatile. A few weeks ago the woman working drive-thru at the local Wendy’s got an attitude with my vwife and she called the girl a bitch and told her to shove a Jr. bacon cheese burger up her ass. Today my wife was on the opposite end of the spectrum. It upset me a bit to hear her story today because I think the lazy ass at Wal-mart really got to her.
After hearing all this, my attention was brought back to something that happened to us this past Friday. Microcenter, a local technology store had an unbeatable deal on a Philips 32 inch, LCD TV over the weekend. I planned on buying the TV and giving it to my wife as a family Christmas gift, perfect for the bedroom.
That afternoon I called the local Microcenter, some 35 miles away, confirmed they had the product in stock and took the long drive out to the store. After arriving we found no TV. I scrambled to find a sales associate and of course none were available to help me. All were rummaging about and if they weren’t helping someone else they were either talking to one another or apparently avoiding us.
Suddenly I had the urge to pitch a bitch fit.. If I were my mother, I’d have began following people around, calling out “Sir, Ms., can I get some help over here? I need some help.” over and over in a loud affirmative voice until someone was forced to break away and give me attention, but I hate throwing the bitch fits which unfortunately just leads to being ignored in most of these situations.
By now I was fuming, pissed off beyond words. It had been a long Friday and I was ready for it to be done with. So I began systematically turning the power off to every piece of electronics in the store. I went from item to item cutting off the power. Entire rows of TVs were left dark.
Still we received no assistance.
I finally tracked down a manager on the other side of the store and asked, “Would you like to make a $450 sale today?” “Well, what can I get for you Sir?” He replied with a smile!
That’s what it took to get help. I swear to you, if I could have found a better deal on that TV (32 inch Philips LCD for $450!) I’d have bought it elsewhere. But not even the Wal-Mart off-brand LCD televisions are this cheap yet. I couldn’t pass up the deal.
I am really starting to wonder if the rantings of the older generation are valid. Talk to an old timer long enough and they’ll undoubtedly give you their opinion that the world going to hell in a hand basket. I love hearing about how young people these days just take no pride in their jobs. I’m starting to agree. Customer service has become a joke at most stores these days. Everywhere I go I get attitude, and it’s not because I’m dishing it out in the first place. I spent 5 years working in retail then another 3 waiting tables before I finished all my schooling. As a result, I’m more than understanding of how bad these jobs suck. Young people just plain old suck! God help me, I’m only 25 and already ranting about young people sucking.
As a result of this recent string of bad experiences, I pledge, no I VOW that next time I receive bad service I will retaliate. I will grab whatever is nearest to me, a display, a rack of clothing, whatever, and I will overturn it. Then I’ll look to that pathetic puke who just gave me crap service, targeting them with the shaky, pointed finger of poetic justice and say, “Clean that up, bitch.”
Only despite all my frustration, which will be obvious from the sweaty brow, bugged eyes and trembling body, I’ll utter these words in the most nonchalant and coolness of tone, releasing all my frustrations at very moment before speaking. Then I’ll walk out of the store never looking back.
Hopefully I won’t get arrested for vandalism.
Better just stick to shopping online with Newegg and Amazon. No assholes to deal with, more competitive pricing and no sales tax! Woot!