Personal Narrative-He Doesn T Work

Sammy’s experience gave me a personal insight to an experience I once had while being employed at Kroger. The location of the Kroger I was working at was just about to have a grand opening. We had all gathered to the front of the store to have a store meeting to prepare for the opening. Our manager at the time was speaking to us and just telling us about how he was expecting everyone to be on his or her tasks. He wanted to make sure that no one had any questions or concerns of their jobs.

I entered your store this evening to rent a Redbox movie at around 7:30pm. When I walked into the store, I saw a young female slouched over on the customer's side of the counter eating what appeared to be her dinner. I found this to be somewhat unprofessional and made me feel uncomfortable. I continued to mind my own business and looked for a movie at the Redbox kiosk. I then heard a female talking amongst her other coworkers and very loudly say "suck my dick" and make other comments that were very inappropriate to her coworkers. I turned around to look at the workers to make sure I was hearing this correctly. I was in disbelief that this behavior would occur in a restaurant full of customers. Upon exit of the restaurant the young female and

Handing out popcorn on minimum wage may not sound difficult, but the many stories of my complications with the customers that I have had the pleasure of serving are a more appropriate measurement of my difficulties. The customers were not the reason for the submission of my two-weeks’ notice, however.

Alexis, the cashier, did not have a hello greeting for the customer. She looked up at the customer smiled and asked for the Ingles Advantage Card. She did work effectively to remove the products to get them scanned. The bagger wore a name tag that said Service Clerk. He was a Caucasian male, five feet, ten inches tall, about twenty three years old with short brown hair. He wore a dark polo shirt, khaki pants and an apron. He separated food and non-food items and doubled bagged the larger, heavy items. I never saw this bagger say anything to the customer or look at the customer. He bagged the products, put them in a cart and pushed the cart to the end of the checkout. Alexis smiled and said thank you to the customer as she gave them the

No two customers are the same. Some are the nicest people anyone could ever meet, while on the other hand some are downright insane. Every couple of nights around 11 p.m., an interesting old man comes in. He saunters through the front doors, pushing a tattered baby stroller. He consistently wears all black. A long black button up coat extends past his ankles, oversized spiked boots protrude from beneath his cloak, and a big black

I currently work part-time at McDonald's, whereby I have experienced many challenging situations such as vulnerable customers, therefore, I resolved this in a calming polite manner to diffuse the

The waitress noticed my abnormal appearance, but did not make any statements regarding the attire. It was evident that, in occupations involving customer service, it is a common social norm to reserve judgement, especially when funds are a primary incentive. Other customers, however, were not imposed under the same expectations. While the majority of them were isolated from us, the few who recognized my defiance contributed to shaming. I received this form of punishment mainly in the form of disapproving glances, rather than verbal responses.

I once again picked up one item and walked to the line, hoping that I did not run into anyone from the prior store. I once again stood in line for a few minutes, looking at my watch and mumbling to myself, gosh, I am not going to make this appointment. The person in front of me, looked at me, turned back around not saying anything, so I went around her and tap the customer shoulder of the person ahead of her, and in my sweetest voice asked if I can jump ahead of her to check out, due to me having an appointment that I really needed to make. Once again, the customer said sure, and the customer behind her gave me a look that was of complete annoyance. If looks could kill, I would have been laying on the floor. The reaction to my violation of cutting lines in these stores and not sticking to society’s norm of waiting patiently for my turn was really uncomfortable, embarrassing, and mortifying. The fear that someone would chastise and make a scene, to draw attention to what I was doing was nerve wrecking.

The struggles, injustice, and difficulty that shop workers have to endure is unbelievable. Simply there to make the shoppers life easier within the store, it’s insane to believe that so many shoppers can be so absolutely rude, disrespectful, and from this chapter, quite racist and sexist. In my experience as a fellow shopper, the shoppers who have been the most disrespectful to the store workers have been elderly people and mothers whose children appear to be allowed to do what they want when they want. Elderly people tend to be disgruntled, crabby, and quite frankly rude, particularly when they are misunderstood or declined of the use of an outdated coupon, and mothers of out of control children also appear to be grouchy and lack enough care

On the date March 26, 2015, I was a guest at your restaurant La Pizzeria. My son, husband, and I were sitting at the table when two of your workers were arguing in the back about a personal matter that had happened last weekend. They were so loud we could hear the whole argument that occurred. As we were trying to enjoy ourselves we heard plates smash and objects being thrown. The one worker stated “I’ll show you unemployable”, he came to our table put the pizza on our table and coughed all on it. I was not only applauded at the actions he took but I was very upset that he would do such a thing.

I knew that part of our company policy was to not allow to sway customers from shopping at Stop and Shop. I felt that being a good person I should just help the customer out and tell him to go to the A&P to rent the rug doctor. I also felt that I should follow the company’s policy and be a responsible employee. So after I pondered my two options I felt that part of my job is to follow all the rules even though I do not agree with all of them. So I told the customer that this was the lowest price we can offer. The customer accepted that and he continued

like i said i did not have time to argue,but i just didn't want to be rude only because he was being nice to me like a regular cashier should be.

As she was taking away the machine from me, she says she does not mind making fun at students because they tip very poorly to begin with. This has to be the biggest insult I have ever had in a restaurant. I am a student and yes my financial situation is not the best, but I making an investment in myself for the future. And for her to put me down like that even after I did leave a tip, was extremely rude and

I see his eyes and make sure not to meet them, and I put my fist onto his nose to eliminate any vision he might have had. He's hurt, but I keep going. I need to make sure he can't move by the time I'm done with him. I can smell how scared he is. It pours out of him. It reaches up and stuffs itself into my nose.

“Get back here, you low life son of a-” It was Mr. Clerk store guy