I've been going here since my family moved to the area in 2005. It's the local grocery store, closer than Ralphs/Vons on the other side of Kanan, so regardless of the lines and the staff, I will continue to go here out of sheer convenience. But today... was truly *asshole day* at Pavilions.
First off I went to the deli, which I never do. As in, I've never been to this deli before simply because I don't cook/eat a lot of meat, and I find it intimidating. Unfortunately I was helped by a man. I asked for one slice of ham because I just needed a slice I could chop up for a pasta recipe. He asks what kind of ham, I ask what kinds they have - he tells me to look at the case and waits literally five seconds for my response. Again: I have never been to a deli before, much less this deli. I'm scanning the case and all I'm seeing are chicken and turkey. I ask, "do you have honey?" He responds, "what kind do you want." I say, "do you have honey or black forrest ham?" He responds, "what kind do you want, ma'am." I say, "honey or black forrest ham?" because AGAIN, I'm still only seeing turkey and chicken in this display case and I just want to know what fucking ham they have because I'VE NEVER BOUGHT HAM. He responds, with aggression and annoyance, "what KIND do you want, ma'am." I respond, "honey" - assuming now that they must have it since he hasn't helped or corrected me.
I know you must hate your job, but could you try not being a dick because not everyone is familiar with the multitudes of ham you have?? It's literally your job to help? You couldn't tell me what you had in stock or if you had honey and/or black forrest?
I was then already in a bad mood because of course we went to the deli first for some reason, and the asshole day continues because a seafood employee is literally chatting with a female employee and a customer and blocking the entire middle of the store. As in, the female employee was off to one side, the male customer was on the opposite side with his cart, and the male employee was standing in the middle and refused to move to either side as I walked by. So my husband, who's behind me with a cart, waits for him to be finished with his conversation before passing him.
And the cherry on top is getting checked out by an employee who I recognized as the man who used the restroom before me (I literally waited outside because all were occupied and watched him leave) and pissed all over the seat and just... left it there. I had to try not to barf that he was handling my groceries. read more