I only did a little fast food, but a lot of retail in my younger years.
People would “threaten” to call corporate over things that were outside of my hourly hands.
Honestly, most of the time, it pissed me off too. Management wouldn’t listen to me though.
So call corporate. Please. We’re store #1234, and the corporate number is 1-800-COMPANY. Shit was fucked…
To put it in perspective, I worked at a store in a state that bordered Mexico. I quit, but still had an active employee discount card and shopped in a smallish town in a state connected to the Canadian border. The employee asked me which store I worked at, as they didn’t recognize me. I told them the store # and who my store manager was.
This person ACROSS the country had heard about how badly our store was run and knew the manager by name because of the shitty working conditions and how many issues we had with customer “service.”
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I only did a little fast food, but a lot of retail in my younger years.
People would “threaten” to call corporate over things that were outside of my hourly hands.
Honestly, most of the time, it pissed me off too. Management wouldn’t listen to me though.
So call corporate. Please. We’re store #1234, and the corporate number is 1-800-COMPANY. Shit was fucked…
To put it in perspective, I worked at a store in a state that bordered Mexico. I quit, but still had an active employee discount card and shopped in a smallish town in a state connected to the Canadian border. The employee asked me which store I worked at, as they didn’t recognize me. I told them the store # and who my store manager was.
This person ACROSS the country had heard about how badly our store was run and knew the manager by name because of the shitty working conditions and how many issues we had with customer “service.”