This morning I was in line at the local-chain supermarket. When the customer in front me of me finished, I moved up, placed my things down on the checkout stand - without a delay.
The checkout clerk walked away from the register to another desk and began cutting up a display sign. I was expected to wait while she did some 'busy work'.
The manager -whose job seems to be to sit there and occasionally make change for the checkout clerk-continued to sit there and do nothing.
I asked if the store was open or not. From my accent, it would have been apparent that I was a foreigner. My question was met with an angry glare from the manager.
Argentine supermarket: the manager is the queen that relaxes all day, the employee helps you when it is convenient for them to help you, and the customer must wait and be grateful for the opportunity to shop in the store.
AAAGHGGHGHGHGH!!!!!
Ok, I got that off my chest. Now I go back to loving 95% of everything here.
Ok Expats....feel free to tell me what a horrible, demanding, intolerant ugly American I am.
The checkout clerk walked away from the register to another desk and began cutting up a display sign. I was expected to wait while she did some 'busy work'.
The manager -whose job seems to be to sit there and occasionally make change for the checkout clerk-continued to sit there and do nothing.
I asked if the store was open or not. From my accent, it would have been apparent that I was a foreigner. My question was met with an angry glare from the manager.
Argentine supermarket: the manager is the queen that relaxes all day, the employee helps you when it is convenient for them to help you, and the customer must wait and be grateful for the opportunity to shop in the store.
AAAGHGGHGHGHGH!!!!!
Ok, I got that off my chest. Now I go back to loving 95% of everything here.
Ok Expats....feel free to tell me what a horrible, demanding, intolerant ugly American I am.