Rude Customers not welcomed

So when I’m at work, I do not expected to be treated like shit by a customer, or anyone for that matter.

I don’t hurl abuse at customers or talk to them like crap, if I did, I would have been sacked from my job along time ago.

All I expect is some respect.

A lot of staff in the customer server sector are paid minimum wage, yet there are the ones that get the most abuse from customers. whether that’s in Retail, Catering or the Entertainment sector.

Now if you have an issue that has made you angry, talk to the staff about it (politely and calmly). Do not swear at the staff or hurl abuse, because that will be a quick and sure way to get kicked out, or at best, experence a worse experence in the restaurant or shop, as the staff are less likely to want to help you and would more likely just ignore you, or deal with you in a blunt and direct way.

It was been a very long time since I had a customer have a go at me for doing my job and then start swearing at me as if the customer was some 5 year old having a temper tantrum.

I do not make the rules, I just try to provide a wonderful experence within the guidelines and rules of the companies I work for. There is no need to be rude or start swearing at me.

If you don’t like away a company runs its business, that is fine, there are other places you can go.

But you think its acceptable to have a temper tantrum as a fully grown adult is just ridiculous, and makes you look like the bad person here.

It just makes my blood boil when I have to deal with people that have no respect for anyone and somehow think there can do what there like.

These type of customers are fucking cunts, the lot of them.

Would there like it if a customer at there workplace spoke to them like this?

Don’t be a cunt, we got too many in this world already, and some of them are running this country to the ground

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