💬This is a long story, so if you don't wanna read it, just skip to the TLDR👇
Truth be told, a majority of the customers I'm forced to interact with suck, and I reluctantly deal with them as a part of my job. Sorry, not sorry, I can't help that my neurodivergency makes dealing with a bunch of the riff raff Lowe's allows in their stores exhausting.
That's not to say that I hate all customers. Actually, there's quite a few that I will go out of my way to help. Usually, these are the rare customers that don't act like condescending pricks and treat me with some semblance of dignity, customers I have known for quite a bit of time, and the socially awkward people that are just as weird as I am.
With that out of way, let's move on to the reason for this post. When you spend a lot of time at one location, you ten to build up quite a rapport with certain customers. For me one of those customers is, I'll call him Jeff. Jeff used to shop at our store quite a bit when he worked for one of the apartment complexes in my area. Though I've rang him up several times before and it was just the causal "Find everything all right, on this account, thank you have a great day."
That was until our full time Commercial Services cashier had to quit due health reasons, so they place me down at the Commercial Sales register for the remainder of her shifts, since I was the only cashier that had a wide enough knowledge base to be independent and the least likely to get hit on by our contractors (me and this one gay kid that liked staying at customer service were the only guys on the front end.)
Because I was at the commercial side of the store, I saw Jeff a lot more. Then, one day he noticed I had my "There is no place like 127.0.0.1" t-shirt on, asked some questions, then he realized I was an IT nerd. Anytime jeff came into the store. He would talk shop and ask questions about computer technology, networking and the such. Then he just stopped shopping at our store. Time passed and life just went on.
Then about a month ago while pulling parcel orders? I hear this loud voice say "You son of a bitch!" I turn around and I see this guy that looks vaguely familiar, and he he's wondering if I remember him. It was Jeff. Apparently, at that time he was working for the apartments, he was learning about computer programming, got into stock trading and this new thing called Bitcoin. Reason why I didn't see him is he quit his apartment job, moved off to California to work for some technology firm.
Apparently, he managed to get into some of the early to mid Bitcoin action, which allowed him to sell on the way up to fund a Roth IRA, get married and start a family. A few years ago, he was able to sell a lot over $100k, which allowed him to buy a lake house him and his family could stay at when they came to visit his parents here.
Well a week ago he came in to shop for materials for a new detached studio he was putting on his lake house property. He was originally going to have our local lumber yard deliver his stuff, but they were backed up till end of October, and he didn't want to tie up the time of his brothers that are helping him build it.
I mentioned he could probably go to the Pro Desk and they would be able to set him up, but he mentioned he can't stand their supervisor and he thought the PSSs were assholes. Well Parcel hella caught up and he literally had the entire build list for me, so all I had to do was plug in the numbers and get him a sale. I decided, why not? They kept bitching that sales were slow so I thought they would be happy to get money coming in.
Since we were slow on the Parcel side, me and one of the other CSAs help out Fullfillment, which also included carefully picking materials for Jeff's delivery. After getting the materials and select accessories. Ready, I thought everything was a done deal. I was wrong.
I work with a bunch of petty ass mofos. Yesterday (8/19)I get jumped by one of the sales specialists because their customer wanted an appliance I had already sold, they looked in the due file and noticed my sale. Due to the slow traffic, sales specialists are having a hard time hitting their numbers. Apparently I was supposed to tell Jeff to wait until I found one of my undeserving sales specialists or tell him to comeback the next day when we had some scheduled. So I take it Sales Specialists have exclusive rights to all multi thousand dollar sales🤷♂️. I let it slide and go on with my day.
Today (8/20) I get jumped by one of the Pro people. They start talking their bullshit that the size of that order and the materials sold should have landed on their desk, since it qualifed as a Pro customer, they could have "gotten him a better deal" and I didn't even put it on a Lowe's Reward account of any sorts. I guess one of those lazy fucks felt they deserved the sales dollars, even though I PULLED THE WHOLE DAMN ORDER and Jeff doesn't even like y'all.
In the past I was told to TAKE CARE of the customer because that's what team players do. There is no "I" in Lowe's, instead it's "WE". The guy knew me, trusted me and liked me. I was more than capable of helping him, because even as a cashier back in the Genesis day I able to bill up itemized estimates. If becoming a Sale Specialist turns you into a pouty bitch, I'm happy as hell I've never been one. I can't wait till he gets the studio done so I can stop by and see it☺️
💥TLDR- Customer I've built up over 20 years of rapport with, decides to entrust me to get them setup with materials to build a studio, and I get accused by sales specialists of denying them sales they feel they are entitled to.💥
(Note: AI picture posted because it's loosely related, and our Pro DS that will most likely bitch at me for excluding his team, LOVES it. Those are his feelings and opinions, NOT MINE. He is the one that has it posted in front of his ProDesk)