I have a complaint.
Why have I not heard about the fundraising effort to assist cashiers across America? Di you know, they have all broken their arms. Shocking news isn’t it?
You must be kidding me. Seriously, you can’t lift the head of lettuce, chili pepper, bottle of shampoo and loaf of bread out of my basket? The basket is on the conveyor belt. It’s waist high! No, you still can’t empty it? What on earth is wrong with this customer service world? It’s not like I’m carrying around 50 pounds of cement mix in my basket…..if I can carry it with one arm, you would think the cashiers would be able to lift each item out individually to ring them up.
WRONG. It’s happened to me at Target and now at Whole Foods.
“Is this your basket?”
No, I’m standing here to ask you if you prefer your orange juice with or without pulp.
YES, it’s my basket. Who else would it belong to?
“Oh well can you help me empty out the items?”
A look of disbelief crosses my face like a tumbleweed in a desert ghost town.
I start to empty out the items and she turns to start talking to the bagger guy. Since the conveyor belt keeps moving forward I have to pile all of my items together. This is ridiculous. After I empty out my plethora of heavy items she turns to me and asks how I’m doing today.
The only reason I can figure why this has now become the norm (I’ve had this happen to me both at Target and today at Whole Foods) is someone has undoubtedly thrown their back out by lifting out a can of chickpeas or a 4-pack of toilette paper out of a basket sitting on the conveyor belt.
Cashiers don’t even have to enter numbers any longer except when multiple quantities or a produce item comes across their stand. When I was a casher in high school, at the local grocery, we had to actually ring in items. Imagine that. Then I had to walk home without shoes, up hill and in the desert sun.
At Costco here in South Florida, they unload your cart for you. THAT’S service. Of course, their management probably figures after heaving that overladen cart around their football field of items you’re arms are fatigued and you need help.
My purchases are finally rung through and as I’m preparing to swipe my card for payment (cashiers don’t even have to do that any more shocking) the cashier points to the basket and says, “Can you put this on the floor for me?”
Are you kidding me? Seriously? Are your arms painted onto your torso? What happened to customer service? Here, move over and let me ring up and bag my own groceries. Oh wait, I can already do that. In fact, I did just that earlier today at Ikea.
What is it exactly that we’re paying cashiers to do these days anyway? Drag items across a scanner that rings up the item. Wow. Difficult.
Imagine the qualifications for the job: able to keep right arm bent at elbow for hours while dragging items across scanning device and shoving item with left hand to the bagger for packaging. Smiling and pleasant chatting is not required or expected. Prefer individuals with sour personality and frown hanging down to their knee caps. If you can sweat sheer exhaustion and boredom, you’re hired!
Few cashiers are pleasant. Most are annoyed you are standing in front of them. Very rarely do they even greet you or ask if you found everything. They’re too busy discussing with their coworkers when their next smoke break is and if they can borrow a cigarette. TRUE, happened last week at Target. If one should actually thank you for shopping at their place of employment, pigs would fly. Actually monkeys would probably shoot out of my butt if good customer service was normal at retail stores.
Even the girl at Barnes and Noble was annoyed today. When you are angry at the world, try not to take it out on me. If being nice to customers isn’t your thing, may I suggest a job change. You probably want to stay away from people so I would look into office cleaning in the evenings, back-room stock person or counting beans in a basement somewhere. Maybe you could pass as a sultry 900 number operator, there you could wear a headset and not even have to use your arms at all. There’s a bonus!
Seriously, I think owners and managers alike should do their own version of Undercover Boss and experience first hand just how rude their front line staff can be to customers. It isn’t even rude as it’s down right anti-customer service.
I’m thinking of starting a rating system. If you provide great customer service, I will thank you and give you a high five. Actually, we have stopped managers in stores and restaurants to compliment a particular employee. Maybe I’ll just start telling the anti-service cashiers, I hope their day gets better……let them ponder that one.
I would also like to comment at this time that The Public should learn some manners as well. The woman in front of me at Whole Foods today…..her son, maybe 8 years old, nearly ran me down as he was obviously hopped up on sugar and decided to run back into the aisles like a fox chasing a hare. No excuse me. No I’m sorry. No pardon me. NOTHING. Even the man behind me raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
I don’t care WHAT country you are from people. It’s never okay not to be nice. Running down a stranger is not acceptable, unless they have a mafia hit on them.