#bad customer

[misuanonimasu]

Had a shity day at work because of a shity male-karen.

But he can't stop me from imagining Luffy punching his shity face

Aahh, that feels better ☺️💖👒🤜

[renamamiyaweekly]

Commission etiquette I didn’t know I needed to teach 💛 kind of a rant

i woke up today to a random payment on my paypal labeled commission for x tumblr user. it was paid through KoFi.

i go to my DM’s to find a WALL of text explaining a commission idea. 4 characters, 4 instruments, full color and shading, specific instructions and an ask that it’s done at 6pm today.

i didn’t answer bc i had been sleeping. so they went to my main and found my KoFi to just… send the payment. of 15 dollars.

did i mention it wasn’t even persona related? not even persona adjacent?? which is all i’m taking right now during my PERSONA SALE???? like i charge WAY more for my regular commissions?!

i’m grateful that someone wanted to commission me, but they clearly didn’t read my commission information at all and it seems like they were trying to force me to do this by paying before I could decline.

i refunded and blocked them.

so just so people know, basic commission etiquette requires both parties to engage in a conversation about the project. didn’t think that was something anyone would need to explain but here we are. lol

sorry rant over.

[joabthegoat]

The worst customer ever..

An unsettling incident recently disrupted the peace of my home when my 17-year-old stepdaughter, visibly shaken, entered our room to play a voicemail. The message featured a man's eerie laughter, culminating in a drawn-out "Oooh Yeah." The bizarre nature of the voicemail left us perplexed and unsure of how to react.

Shortly after, my phone lit up with a "No caller ID" notification. Upon answering, the call abruptly ended without a word. A second call followed, which I allowed to go to voicemail, capturing the strange message:

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Listening to the recording, a wave of recognition washed over me. The voice belonged to a former client from a year ago, someone who had unexpectedly contested a payment. After the bank resolved the dispute in my favor, it seemed to have sparked a vengeful streak in the caller.

This wasn't my first encounter with the caller's fury. Throughout the two months of our professional relationship, I had come to know him quite well. His name was Casey Conway, a 48-year-old man who had experienced a solitary upbringing and endured a challenging time at a 3HO cult boarding school in India. His recent diagnosis of borderline personality disorder was attributed to the trauma from those formative years.

During our time working together, it felt as though Casey was reliving his childhood, despite being well into adulthood. The years between his past and present seemed to have vanished, leaving him perpetually trapped in his early experiences.

When Casey realized he wouldn't be refunded for the services rendered, he lashed out with threats of violence, stating he would "put me in the hospital."

Further investigation revealed that this pattern of aggressive behavior wasn't isolated to our interactions. Casey had exhibited similar outbursts on LinkedIn and with a former landlord in New Mexico. It appeared that his defensive mechanisms were akin to a pufferfish's, inflating his presence to cope with perceived threats.

After leaving Albuquerque, Casey settled in Lake Tahoe, bolstered by a significant settlement from the 3HO cult. He launched a new venture, "Handy and Helpful," on Facebook, but it failed to gain traction. His subsequent project, "Tahoe Marketing," aimed to provide marketing support to gym owners and personal trainers, yet it too failed to attract clients.

Ultimately, Casey took a position as a "setter" for Loral Langemeier, who is embroiled in a recent SEC investigation, preparing potential customers for high-ticket sales—a role often found in questionable Nevada boiler room operations.

The saga continued with unexpected "gifts" arriving in the mail from Casey:

These bizarre tokens were sometimes accompanied by messages that unnervingly indicated his knowledge of my residence.

Life is unpredictable, and this experience is a stark reminder that it can take a turn for the bizarre. It's essential to remain vigilant and prepared for whatever may come our way, even when it ventures into the realm of the surreal. :)

[thatcomputernerdblog]

Perception vs Reality

What people think a designer’s reaction to your suggestions are

What they actually feel on the inside.

[fuzzywhatzitinvasion]

well its story time with whatzit

I work at subway. 

This lady came in with a deluxe coupon. She asks me, “What’s a deluxe?” So I tell her its 50% more meat, and with the coupon, you get a deluxe upgrade to your sandwich for free. 

So I make her sandwich, and when we get to the register and she sees the price she gets upset. She thought the whole sandwich would be free. When I explained again it was just the extra meat that was free, she claimed I had lied to her.

My manager walks up and takes over since she was getting loud. He explains to her that I’ve worked with Subway for two years and I wouldn’t tell her the wrong thing. He tells her that she can either pay for the sandwich or leave. 

Of course this only makes her more angry. She picks up the next person’s sandwich and chucks it at my manager’s head, has a tantrum and knocks everything she can off the counter. 

Well, as she left, we wrote down her licence plate number and pulled up the camera footage, then called the police. Shes going to get fined at least, and arrested at most. I’m just glad shes not getting away with it scot-free, and that my manager stood up for me. 

I’m sorry, lady, but the customer isn’t always right, and no, you don’t get free stuff for causing a scene.  

[paneraprobs]

So this whole cream cheese issue is getting really old. Customers are angry and asking us what exactly they expect us to put on their bagel, managers are incapable of stocking out the cream cheese properly so then we have online orders coming in aka more angry customers....I just wanna know one thing. Do you want listeria????? It’s not our fault the shit was contaminated and you’re welcome for not poisoning you.

[athena-hyena]

Monday was such a fucking bad day for reasons that I don’t want to go into here.

But.

I was bartending and this lady asks me for a vodka soda, up, with two slices of lime.

I ask her what kind of vodka she would like and if she would like it in a martini glass or a rocks glass. (People ask me for both all the time so I just like to clarify.)

She helpfully repeats that she wants a vodka soda, up, with two slices of lime. But much slower this time. Pausing in between every word. Like it will help me understand. Grinning this horrible lemon-sour pucker grin as if she’s doing me a favor by speaking slowly. 

So, I make her drink with a vodka we’re trying to get rid of, because she didn’t specify and I put it in a rocks glass because the martini glasses are all the way at the other end of the bar and also fuck her. 

I bring it to her and she’s facing away from me, holding a card out, waving it in my face. 

I set her drink down and ask loudly if she would like to close out or start a tab.

She ignores me.

I ask again, more loudly.

The person next to her taps her on the shoulder and points to me. 

She turns to me, shoves the card in my face and turns back around.

I ask her a third time if she would like to close out.

She practically yells, “YES! JESUS!” at me. Like I am annoying her. 

I close her out and try to hand her the receipt to sign, quickly giving up and just setting the paper, pen, and her card next to her drink. I begin talking to another customer right next to her.

She interrupts my conversation with the other customer by snapping her fingers in between us and half shouting, “HEY! HEY! Ummm excuse me!”

I give the new customer the “I’m so sorry please excuse me so I can deal with this raging cactus-dildo of a human being” look and turn to the woman. 

“Where is the ice in my drink?”

“I’m so sorry Ma’am. I thought you ordered it ‘up’”.

“Yes. I did. And yet, there is no ice, in. my. drink.”

*actual flames can be seen behind my pupils*

“I’ll fix that for you right away.”

Zero. Dollar. Tip.

[paneraprobs]

If you’re gonna come into a restaurant 20 minutes before closing, at least have the decency to order to go.