HLY SHT. My town must hate me, or something.
So, I go to return this CD I got from Borders last night.
Y'see, when I got it the night before, I was like, "Ehh, don't know if I REALLY want this; it's so ambiguous, I'll probably never see it again, so I'll just buy it, listen to samples online, and if I don't care for it, I'll return it for a cash refund without ever opening it, no fuss, no muss."
Now, when I get to Borders, it looks like it's closing up, but then this lady walks in before me, so I head on in, too.
The lady walks in front of me, and veers off to the left, and then the manager (young girl) walks up to me, and in an angry voice, says, "Sorry, but we're closed (I'm tired of working and I want to go home)."
I look over, and I still see people checking out. So I say, "You don't have enough time to process a return?" "Tsh, fine, get in line" she says.
When it's my turn, I slip the clerk the unopened album and receipt. At least, what was SUPPOSED to be the receipt.
Then the clerk points out that the "receipt" that had been given to me was only the bottom half of the receipt. The clerk who gave it to me last night FORGOT TO GIVE ME THE PROPER HALF OF THE RECEIPT. And then he slips me store credit.
And, of course I'm like, "I get stuck with store credit, because you people can tear off the receipt correctly for me?! You know I bought it here, because I wouldn't have a bottom half of a receipt if I didn't, and for that matter, it has one of your price lables on it! I want my cash back!"
*sigh*
It's getting to point, where I can't even return a factory-sealed item back to the store and get a cash refund. It makes me not want to buy anything!
As always, I only figure out what to really say until I've walked out of the store.
For example, "My good, fuzzy feelings about your store are all gone. What are you going to do to get them back? You can either give me $18.01 back, and continue to receive my patronage, or you can keep my $18.01, and I'm never going to patron this place again!"
Of course, to which he probably would've replied, "Good, 'cuz I don't want to see you in here again," or some such shit.
This's what happens when you leave high-schoolers in charge of a store.
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It's like, I need to make sure that they slip me the proper damn receipt from now on?! I probably shouldn't visit a store just when it's about to close?!
I'd hate being a manager, and having to deal with everyone's personality dysfunctions. How DO you get people to do their jobs properly?! Since when aren't wages/salaries enough?! If you get paid to do a damn job, you do it! It ought to be as simple as that! Did I fall through a wormhole and into an alternate universe, in which this is supposed to be Soviet (e.g. backwards) America?!
I know if I'd pulled shit like this working there, I probably would've gotten myself fired; why, knowing my luck, I probably wouldn't even need to pull much of anything to get fired.
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All I know is that, up until now, I've always gotten the proper receipts with my purchases, and always managed to return the item for a full cash refund when it return it unopened with the receipt.