Every time I go to AC Moore, I think to myself "I would love to work here", but then I think back to my days of working at Joann Fabrics and the words 'hell no' pops into my head.
Here are a few situations that I've had the misfortune to be involved in. (sorry about the 1st story having cuss words in it)
* I'd only been working at Joann's for about a week when a couple come into the store looking for jingle bells. They couldn't find the bells, so they asked me. I said sure and proceeded to go in search of the jingle bells. Jingle bells are in 2 aisles - the regular crafty stuff aisle along with such things as magnets, metal rings, glass mirrors and so on - and in the kids craft section. I made the mistake of taking the couple to the kids craft section first - the jingle bells were not there (sold out) and the man started fussing with me about not knowing where anything was. I apologized, but he kept on fussing. We walked to the other aisle and found the jingle bells and the lady was happy, but the man was still fussing. He kept on fussing too - getting more rude by the minute. I apologized a couple more times - and I have to tell you, I was starting to get mad. We're finally at the cash register and I ring up the bells for the lady - all the while the man is still fussing at me. This man was totally being an ass - I looked at the lady and I could tell that she was humiliated by his behavior. He was yelling at this point and told the lady to give back the jingle bells and get his "God damn money back". He also said something about me being stupid. That was it! I told him to get the hell out of the store and never come back or I would kick his ass and then call the cops on him. He finally shut up when I said that and they left. I have to tell you - I was so mad at that point that I really think I could of actually kicked his ass. I told the manager what had happened and what I said - she smiled and said "good". :)
* I was working the cutting counter one day when a lady (about my age) came in with her mother. They piled up some bolts of fabric on the counter and I started to cut what they wanted. Before I would cut each piece, the mother would ask me if it was on sale. If it wasn't, she would ask me if it was on sale the next week. Then she would ask me if it was on sale the week after that. I told her that I could check the next weeks sales, but not the week after that. She was getting more and more agitated every time I had to tell her that. Even her daughter tried to explain it to her. Evidently she couldn't (or wouldn't) understand. She ended up getting huffy with me and said in a very loud voice "You mean to tell me, that you work here and you don't know what's going to be on sale in a couple weeks?!" I said (in a very loud voice) "No ma'am, I do not!". I then walked away and got another associate to take my place.
* Working at the cutting counter one morning and a young couple come in with their 3 year old daughter. The young Mom had picked out a few fabrics and while I'm cutting the fabric, she had plopped her daughter on the counter. One look at that little girl and I could tell she was sick. Bad sick. Young Dad said that they had just come from the Doctor - they took her because the little girl had a fever and kept throwing up. Little girl was very fussy, so Dad picked her up for a few minutes and then he decided to put her down on the floor. I guess it was good for Dad that he put her down on the floor because it's not hard to guess what that little girl did next. That's right - she threw up all over the floor. Jeez. I switched over to the other end of the cutting table to take care of the next customer while the manager cleaned up the mess. The young couple did not even offer to clean it up.