That loathesome thing you do in order to feed your children / thing under the bed.

you LOVE to complain about your colleagues. you throw them under the bus to ingratiate yourself with customers. Good for you. I don't.

I've only worked for this company for a year - twice I've been cursed out by customers because the store ran out of bags!! How is that MY fault?? This company has chosen to save money by buying thinner bags. They're so flimsy that they have to be doubled or the sharp edges of plastic packaging is enough to rip through them. So of course we go through them faster. Customers regularly demand that we double bag their items. Am I supposed to believe that I as a cashier am not doing enough to save bags??

This company regularly creates situations that frustrates customers who then vent that anger against us.

posted to work by Harper, Author of the Wicked (5 comments)

Eileen, Scout of the Hungry,

Lancaster County Sheriff’s Office Jerrell White's body found he thought he was safe ? No one is safe 803-283-3388. We are because they sent us Of course they'll tell you it was an accident From the phone of Matthew Johnson,I called did anyone answer ? Sinsinawa

Ari, Supervisor of Time,

So you need to dump your incomprehensible messages onto threads that are totally unrelated?

Frankie, Hero of the Satisfied,

It isn't your fault in either case. You are the only person from the company that they see, so you are the most convenient target.

I don't know if this will work or not, but I might say this: "I'm doing the best I can with what I have. I wish I had better bags to help you. Others make those decisions. I'm sorry."

Maybe write the regional and just tell him how you feel in short, simple terms. "A customer yelled at me because we ran out of bags. The bags are so flimsy that we go through them twice as quickly and so they run out. Yelling at me made me feel hurt, helpless, and confused. What should I do?" If you get a bad answer, well, give his name to the next customer that yells at you. Let the managers deal with their mistakes.

Brett, Matriarch of Imagination,

Tarbaby, Tarbaby, tell me true Who is really the jigaboo? Is it the white man, the white talking that jive Or the black man, the black trying to stay alive? You can't touch a tarbaby, everybody knows Smiling all the while wit de bone in de nose That's the way the story goes That's the way my story goes

Harper, Author of the Wicked,

can't imagine what this has to do with the original post