Now that I’m no longer a part of the company I spent the past five years with, I think it’s safe to disclose what it’s like to be on the firing line at one of the places where customers feel it’s okay to verbally abuse young people for things they had no control over.
I know this can be said about most retail jobs to some degree. Retail is all about grinning and bearing it, everybody who’s ever done a stint in that field knows it. But when people ask where you work then immediately and without fail follow up with “oh, you must get yelled at a lot” or “that must be a tough job”…you know you’ve probably got it worse than the local checkout chick.
Before I get into the horror stories, don’t get me wrong. I wouldn’t have spent five years in the industry (and an open mind to rejoining it if the option is there) if it was completely awful. There are a large amount of lovely, easy-going, wonderful customers that make our days great. There is also a feeling of family between staff members, because we know we’re in this together. I’ve met a lot of wonderful people in that place. The job itself is actually quite enjoyable, if you like sales and meeting targets. It keeps things a lot more interesting than restocking shelves. This side of the job isn’t interesting though, so I’m not going to talk about it. Just know that it is there, and that these stories – though memorable – are a small part of the job.
This one has stuck with me for a long time, purely because it was my first real taste of the dark side of telco. I had only been there maybe two or three weeks at this point, and only part time, so I was brand new. I’d started with another girl on the same day. We’d been specifically told not to serve customers alone, but it was flat out and customers will approach you if they think you’re just standing there ignoring them, whether you’re clearly a trainee or not.
Anyway, we were both standing at the front counter and he comes in to pick up his phone that had been returned from a warranty repair. Now, keep in mind five years ago the phones were more basic, people chucked them around a lot more, they broke easier (well, if they weren’t Nokias) and on top of that, telcos never ever replaced phones. Ever. They’d always attempt to fix them under warranty. It sounds weird now because most places just swap faulty devices with referbs but back then, everyone just expected their phone would get fixed. Also keep in mind that because of this, the turnaround time on warranty repairs was a lot longer. I’m talking between 3 – 4 weeks, and that’s if it was an easy repair. It’s a long time.
Now, being newbies, we didn’t really comprehend any of that. I mean we’d been told, but we hadn’t served enough customers to know what their thoughts on it all were. So when the guy said he was there to collect his phone, we thought “great! Something easy we can do!” and I promptly went to the cupboard and dug around to find it. I bought it over and handed it to him. Nice and easy, next customer please! But no. He took off the paperwork that phone was wrapped in and had a quick read through it.
‘Why does this say returned unrepaired due to liquid damage?’
That stumped us. We looked at each other then I tentatively said “Unfortunately, if the repair guys found signs of water damage it voids the warranty”. WELL, DID THAT SET HIM OFF. He went from zero to 1000 in a second. I’d never experienced someone screaming in my face like that before, and I scared the shit out of me. I was warned on day one that customers could get angry, but I never expected this. He demanded that I personally get his broken phone fixed. He demanded that the company compensate him for the time his phone was away. He raged about how the repair guys must have gotten it wrong or how they must have damaged the phone themselves. Meanwhile, myself and the other newbie both stared at him, wide-eyed, shaking and not having a clue what to do or what to say. Nothing he was saying was possible, I knew that even then, but I also knew I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that. Not unless I wanted the phone hurled in my general direction.
*Cue valuable lesson*
My assistant store manager, overhearing the screaming (it was hard to miss), rushes over and tells the guy in no uncertain terms that he is absolutely out of line speaking to staff that way and that we will, under no circumstances, deal with him unless he calms down. I watched on, thinking that this could only escalate the problem. He kept yelling, though a little bit of the fight seemed to have gone out of him. Once again my manager stood her ground. “Sir, if you keep this up I won’t hesitate to call security to escort you out”. I’d never heard that line before. It was like flicking a switch. He stopped screaming, just like that. He was still fuming, but the noise had subsided. He looked around and noticed that the whole store – all the staff and customers – were dead still and staring at him, waiting for his next move. He grabbed his still-broken phone and stormed off.
I was a mess afterwards, shaking and crying and generally just in shock. I did, however, learn a lot from that experience, probably moreso than any other during my stint there. It’s okay to stand your ground and refuse to be belittled and disrespected. While some people will read this and be horrified that we don’t have to lay down and take abuse, it’s 100% true and something I made every effort of teaching new staff members from day one. If they are making you feel uncomfortable or upset, you can ask them to leave. If they won’t leave, you can excuse yourself and call security. We don’t get paid fantastically and it most certainly isn’t enough to warrant that level of aggression. Reality check, future aggro customers: it’s a fucking phone. There are wars raging right now, famines happening, people dying. A lot of people don’t even have access to basic supplies like clean water, and here you are, speaking to a random employee who did nothing wrong worse than you’d speak to your ex over a gadget that, while useful, isn’t keeping your heart beating or your tummy full. Just saying.
Ask anyone who worked in my store between 2012-2014 who Vodka Lady is and you’d get the same upturned nose and grimace. She was a repeat offender (and probably still is), an old lady who clearly has a lot of addiction issues and an aggressive streak. At her peak, she’d come in once every couple of weeks, her hair all matted and breath reeking of cigarettes. Normally, with regulars, you get at least a 30 second warning as they approach the store so you can mentally prepare yourself. Vodka Lady never gave you that option. She’d come in when the store was at it’s busiest (and trust me, when the store is busy you can barely find anywhere to stand) and march straight up to you, demanding service then and there. It didn’t matter that you were halfway through a contract with another customer and there were clearly half a dozen people waiting to be served. When you’d politely tell her that unfortunately nobody is free and she’d have to wait, she would absolutely blow her stack. She wouldn’t just yell though, that we could deal with. Instead, she’d go around to each staff member individually and try her luck with each of them, getting progressively more worked up as she received the same “you’ll have to wait” line each time. Once she’d exhausted that option, she’d then go around to customers, bad mouthing us and the store and the company, standing awkwardly close and making everyone feel on edge and uncomfortable. In between this, she’d also have screaming outbursts of swearing and calling staff members rude names. Finally, when one of us cracked (and it was usually me) and we’d ask her to leave, she’d then start on the “you never want to help me” path. If we were feeling especially patient we’d try to explain – once again – she’s come in on an extremely busy day and we can’t help her just now. It wouldn’t make a difference though, she didn’t want to hear it and would inevitably storm out, saying she’d never come back. If only that were true.
Once, she came in when it wasn’t busy (there’s a first time for everything), got served by the manager who has the patience of a saint, and asked why her phone wasn’t working. The phone was dirty, old and missing it’s backplate, but he humored her and had a look anyway, and found there wasn’t a SIM card in the phone. She muttered something about leaving it somewhere and left. We both knew it was too good to be true. Sure enough, she storms back in ten minutes later, raging that the manager stole her phone battery and demanding it back. He had no idea what to say – she’d left with the phone and battery ten minutes earlier. After explaining multiple times that he didn’t have it, she changed her mind and decided to ask how much a replacement backplate would be for her crappy old phone. The manager advised we don’t sell backplates, to which he copped a berating of “why the fuck not?!”. Once again she marched out of the store, though luckily we didn’t see her again that day.
My Drug Dealer Stole My Phone
This lady also became a semi-regular. The first time she’d come into store, one of the politest guys in our team had screamed at her and stormed off. We’d never heard TJ raise his voice like that to anyone, much less a customer. She is one of those people who honest to God think they’re above everyone else, and have this horrible attitude towards everyone. She’d come in, asking about a particular phone, and TJ began explaining the features and the plans. Instead of listening (or saying she’s changed her mind and wants to look at a different phone instead), she began inserting snide remarks and comments after everything TJ said, getting progressively more offensive and patronising. There was no need for it or any reason to do it other than she just got enjoyment out of watching him squirm and try to pretend he didn’t hear her. After twenty long minutes of this, he snapped, telling her in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t going to deal with her horrible attitude any more and to look everything up online if she wasn’t going to listen, before marching off. Instead of leaving (like most people would have), she stayed around, waiting for him to come back so she can torture him some more. He refused. The store was empty aside from her and a couple of staff members, so she then started saying really loudly how unprofessional he is and that she needs service and he just walked off on her. Sensing she actually wasn’t going to leave without more service, Ashleigh approached her, expecting to talk about a different handset because the customer had spent the last half an hour bad mouthing the phone she originally came in asking about. Instead, she decided to sign up for it. It was at that time we realized that the two terrors who had been climbing all over the children’s ride out the front of the store were hers, as she insisted they come into the shop while the contract was being put through.
It was a nightmare. She kept up her bad attitude the whole time Ashleigh was going through the contract, asking dumb questions just to get a reaction, and giving unsatisfactory eye rolls each time an answer was given. Meanwhile, her two monster children clambered all over the furniture, screamed the store down, spilled food all over the floor and left rubbish scattered everywhere. Not once did the customer tell them to be quiet or to sit still. Finally, the contract was done and the customer left. We thought that was the end of it.
She comes in about a month later, her terrible entourage in tow again, but this time with her husband as well. TJ spots her and immediately dives out the back, refusing to deal with her. A different staff member approaches her and asks her how they can help. She says she’s lost her phone and wants a replacement. The rep asks if she’s got insurance, which she does, and they are advised they need to make a claim then wait for insurance to send out a replacement phone to the store. It should only take a couple of days. This is not what the customer is expecting. She loses it, demanding a phone on the spot “because my child is very sick”. Hard to believe, what with them once again climbing all over the furniture, but anyway. She rep apologises but explains that there’s nothing we can do about the policy in store, it is what it is, and we could give her a replacement SIM card with the same number if she wants to use her old phone (keeping in mind we knew she’d only just gotten her new phone a month ago). She refuses to even acknowledge that idea, and asks to speak to the manager.
Once again, the manager with the patience of a saint comes out, and tries to calmly explain the situation again, trying not to seem like he’s yelling at her as he fights to be heard over the two brats’ screaming. She begins to sob hysterically, saying she absolutely can’t be without a phone and that her drug dealer stole her new phone. Although tempting, the manager bit his tongue and didn’t suggest that maybe she should just pay her drug dealer the money and get her phone back that way. Instead, taking his patience to a new level, he agreed to see if customer service would arrange a loan phone for her. This isn’t usually offered for insurance and still wouldn’t get her a phone today, but he wanted to at least look like he was trying to help. Customer service refused, as expected. Their reasoning was that she’d have her replacement phone before they’d get the chance to courier one out to her. Fair call. She then got back on her high horse and said she didn’t want a loan phone, she wanted a brand new phone exactly like what she had, and she isn’t leaving without it. Her husband started up then too, demanding the same thing.
It got into an argument then. She just wouldn’t accept the fact that we couldn’t just hand over a new phone because we felt sorry for her (which we didn’t but she thought we did). The argument dragged on and on, nothing changing. She spoke with insurance who advised her exactly the same thing, then the billing department, then tech support. The longer it dragged on the worse behaved and louder her nasty children got, though who could blame them? They were bored out of their minds. Finally, realizing that she’d spent so long getting nowhere, she agreed to purchase a cheap phone only if the company would credit her back for it. Although this was going to be an uphill battle too, the manager jumped back on the phone and got the credit arranged, and she left, cursing and swearing loudly as she did.
These are just a few of the stories I’ve got, I’ll be posting more later. Like I said, telco isn’t all bad and these aren’t your typical customers, just ones that have stuck with me.