I'm having another one of those days where I'm tired of my job. Too many freaky deaky customers and innane questions. If I've already told you that we're out of calendars, seeing as it's APRIL and you only just now realized that it's 2004, why do you take the extra step and ask for an origami calendar? Do you think I'll be like, hey, we don't have calendars, but we do have origami calendars, I didn't realize that THAT was what you wanted. Or that I got yelled at across the store by about 18 people today, and not in a friendly pardon-me-ma'am type way but rather a "Hey you!" shout, often while I'm in the middle of something else. And so I turn and smile and act as though this person isn't insufferably rude. Then there was the woman who lambasted me across the store while I was walking up to the front, yelling about how we wouldn't let her take her shopping cart full of fake flowers and groceries around the store with her. She wanted us to keep it behind the cash register, which would give the impression that yes, we are bag ladies. Of course she got her way, cause our motto is "we cave." But I was like, um, let me get the manager. She also informed me that she would be spending $100 at the store. I was about to tell her to save it and get a cab. But whatever. I'm tired of this. I'm tired period. Whatever.
Posted by minka at April 9, 2004 12:11 AMThis is where we different as bookshop girls. Someone told me they were spending a large amount of money at the store and I would freaking kennel their dogs while shopped. I'm a book whore but ya know - it puts maryjanes on my feet.
Posted by: Ll at April 9, 2004 03:38 PMAnd all this time I assumed you had a man-slave to put the maryjanes on your feet.
Posted by: brian w at April 9, 2004 09:38 PMCorrection: "but ya know, it pays for the man-slave and the maryjanes he puts on my feet."
Posted by: Ll at April 11, 2004 05:05 PM