Supervisor. Employed for more than two years. You would think that one would pick up a few rudimentary concepts when working in a certain industry for that period of time.
"Corey, this piece of software says PC/Mac on the side. Will it work with like an HP and stuff?"
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"Can I help you find something today?"
"Yeah. I need the cartridge for this printer." ::hands me bar napkin with illegible scribbles::
"Is this an inkjet or laser printer?"
"Inkjet."
::I search furiously through product catalog looking for printer model::
"Oh wait! I think it's on of these big ones." (laser toner, NOT inkjet)
::Looks in different section of catalog. Finds printer model immediately::
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"Do you have the UBS cords for printers?"
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::customer point to 4 binders that another customer had lain down randomly::
"Are these the only binders you have?"
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"What's the difference between these two? Why's this one $100 more?"
"Because they are two entirely different machines."
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"This flatbed scanner is $79, but this printer/scanner/copier combo is also $79. Why would I buy just the scanner?"
"I don't know? Why would you?"
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I really wish I could say this was an anthology of stupidity collected over the course of a week, but these were all today. Guess who the only person on the sales floor was. Guess who had about a brazillion other things to do. Me, in case you are still pondering. My higher-ups need to get on the ball and hire some motherfuckers so I can do my job. I don't mind helping the occasional customer, but when I'm the only one on the floor being pulled between 7 different palsied shit-for-brains morons it becomes a burden.
Do me a favor. Come to my work, ask stupid questions, and await the act of violence that will end both my job and your consciousness.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
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