May you live in interesting times.
I have not had the best of days though it has been better than the past week.
I just really need to purge this before I go back into work , or I might say something to get myself fired.
Run around Romeo
This guy wasn't a huge Sc, he was rather polite when you talked to him.
But bloody hell he didn't want a sales assistant, he wanted a flipping personal shopper, and attempted to get one with every female member of staff under twenty five on our floor.I shot myself in the foot I was polite, I really should get out of that bad habit it keeps getting me into situations like this.
First I get dragged away from the jobs I'm doing,
(if the lady has an armful of stock that is so gargantuan it's threatening to tip her over it means she's happy to help you)
Fine ok that happens every five minutes, Frankly I know I'm never going to get finished I no longer care, I can't complain.
However; having me constantly run back and forth across the floor to retrieve item like a F*$^ing terrier , while you are pouting like a child (which you seem to think is adorable )and whining that the items you like aren't in the colour you want doesn't help the situation.
Nor does refusing to let me go and get on with my job which I'm suppose to be doing
(and also involves being in three places at once)
when you obviously don't need me any more, because I've done everything I can for you, in fact I've gone above and beyond in your service, I can not donate any more time to you.
Stop asking for items which don't exist, I can not make them magically appear. I've explained we don't have them five times already .STOP frigging asking you pillock the answer will not change.
I've handed you over to someone else you can help you,
(and who has the patience of a saint , bless you my dear you made my day a little better with your kind understanding nature)
please for the love of God get what you want and go.
I am now dealing with a queue of people sir , paying customers on their lunch break, They are in a hurry and most are not in the best mood, the lady your trying to distract me from, she's rather old,with a walking stick she is relying on heavily,I suspect back problems from the way she moves, standing for a long time while I piss about with you will not do her any good, goodbye.
Take the items given and the advice you asked for and go some where else.
You again.
Stop looking at me hopefully trying to catch my attention to get me running around the store doing your shopping for you and being a personal fashion consultant.
Do you honestly think I'm going to walk away from the increasingly growing queue to get more items from the stockroom that you'll look at and then decide you don't want .
I am busy , there are other members of staff about, I refuse to even respond to your attempts.
Sir this is the third time , I'm refusing to even make eye contact with you, stop trying.
Go find someone else. I literally can not move of this till , it's where I'm suppose to be , and there are four other customers who would like me to stay there.
Sir stop this farce , I really don't know what your playing at. I'm attempting to ring this up quickly, let me do it and stop requesting stuff I've already told you (in a polite way, my mistake) doesn't exist .
I will get you out of here before my short fused temper erupts, because if it does it will not be pretty.
The bill, the bill
Lady what can I say about you,
Read your bill , read my lips .You can not pay your bill like that, I can't do it captain I haven't the power.
They took that payment option away quiet a long time ago, it's for your own protection. There's a lot of fraud going on.
Stop arguing with me, go argue with my manager she can tell you the exact same answer and , oh look it got through, finally.
. What was I speaking in French or something, I hadn't noticed at what point I stopped speaking in fluent English.
How the hell should I know?
Madamm I don't know if he will like it, don't ask me, no don't then ask me if I like it. All I will give you is a polite evasive answer, stop pushing for a yes or no.
He is over there , ask him, your husband not ten foot away. He is the one who is going to try this lot on and pay for it.
Why?
Why is everyone asking me our opening hours?
They've never changed, you shop here most of the week.They are on the door in big letters, I just don't get it .
That's it I think the last part of my youthful hope just committed suicide.There's only cynicism left now.
I'm a bit scatty I know I am , it's because my blood sugars dropped to low again, there's no point telling me how bad it is to skip lunch
I DON'T GET ONE, IT IS NOT A CHOICE.
All us 'youngsters' on short hours are booked in over the whole lunch period 10-3 in short spells so we don't get a break at all. I leave for work at 9 I get home at 4.
It's the reason we are
A stashing sweets in our pockets
B Eating them ravenously(and occasionally giving them to small lost children because they can't hollor and chew at the same time)
C A bit grumpy when ye can't.
Do a weeks worth of those shifts and see how happy you are.
Not sure if this belongs in here or in cursing out colleges.
Card the number has been wrote on by a young man in another store. (Who if I ever meet is going to get an earful as this is not the first time this has happened)
Problem , the digits are incomprehensible.My writings bad, but not that bad.
It took two of us a dozen or so tries, suggestions from the customers
(lovely couple extraordinary patient and with the view to give that young man a piece of her mind if she sees him again for causing this havoc)
and a whole lot of guess work to figure out what the hell he wrote.
I'm still not sure we got it right, I'm now paranoid that I've charged another account
You have to laugh don't you there really isn't any other option.
I have not had the best of days though it has been better than the past week.
I just really need to purge this before I go back into work , or I might say something to get myself fired.
Run around Romeo
This guy wasn't a huge Sc, he was rather polite when you talked to him.
But bloody hell he didn't want a sales assistant, he wanted a flipping personal shopper, and attempted to get one with every female member of staff under twenty five on our floor.I shot myself in the foot I was polite, I really should get out of that bad habit it keeps getting me into situations like this.
First I get dragged away from the jobs I'm doing,
(if the lady has an armful of stock that is so gargantuan it's threatening to tip her over it means she's happy to help you)
Fine ok that happens every five minutes, Frankly I know I'm never going to get finished I no longer care, I can't complain.
However; having me constantly run back and forth across the floor to retrieve item like a F*$^ing terrier , while you are pouting like a child (which you seem to think is adorable )and whining that the items you like aren't in the colour you want doesn't help the situation.
Nor does refusing to let me go and get on with my job which I'm suppose to be doing
(and also involves being in three places at once)
when you obviously don't need me any more, because I've done everything I can for you, in fact I've gone above and beyond in your service, I can not donate any more time to you.
Stop asking for items which don't exist, I can not make them magically appear. I've explained we don't have them five times already .STOP frigging asking you pillock the answer will not change.
I've handed you over to someone else you can help you,
(and who has the patience of a saint , bless you my dear you made my day a little better with your kind understanding nature)
please for the love of God get what you want and go.
I am now dealing with a queue of people sir , paying customers on their lunch break, They are in a hurry and most are not in the best mood, the lady your trying to distract me from, she's rather old,with a walking stick she is relying on heavily,I suspect back problems from the way she moves, standing for a long time while I piss about with you will not do her any good, goodbye.
Take the items given and the advice you asked for and go some where else.
You again.
Stop looking at me hopefully trying to catch my attention to get me running around the store doing your shopping for you and being a personal fashion consultant.
Do you honestly think I'm going to walk away from the increasingly growing queue to get more items from the stockroom that you'll look at and then decide you don't want .
I am busy , there are other members of staff about, I refuse to even respond to your attempts.
Sir this is the third time , I'm refusing to even make eye contact with you, stop trying.
Go find someone else. I literally can not move of this till , it's where I'm suppose to be , and there are four other customers who would like me to stay there.
Sir stop this farce , I really don't know what your playing at. I'm attempting to ring this up quickly, let me do it and stop requesting stuff I've already told you (in a polite way, my mistake) doesn't exist .
I will get you out of here before my short fused temper erupts, because if it does it will not be pretty.
The bill, the bill
Lady what can I say about you,
Read your bill , read my lips .You can not pay your bill like that, I can't do it captain I haven't the power.
They took that payment option away quiet a long time ago, it's for your own protection. There's a lot of fraud going on.
Stop arguing with me, go argue with my manager she can tell you the exact same answer and , oh look it got through, finally.
. What was I speaking in French or something, I hadn't noticed at what point I stopped speaking in fluent English.
How the hell should I know?
Madamm I don't know if he will like it, don't ask me, no don't then ask me if I like it. All I will give you is a polite evasive answer, stop pushing for a yes or no.
He is over there , ask him, your husband not ten foot away. He is the one who is going to try this lot on and pay for it.
Why?
Why is everyone asking me our opening hours?
They've never changed, you shop here most of the week.They are on the door in big letters, I just don't get it .
That's it I think the last part of my youthful hope just committed suicide.There's only cynicism left now.
I'm a bit scatty I know I am , it's because my blood sugars dropped to low again, there's no point telling me how bad it is to skip lunch
I DON'T GET ONE, IT IS NOT A CHOICE.
All us 'youngsters' on short hours are booked in over the whole lunch period 10-3 in short spells so we don't get a break at all. I leave for work at 9 I get home at 4.
It's the reason we are
A stashing sweets in our pockets
B Eating them ravenously(and occasionally giving them to small lost children because they can't hollor and chew at the same time)
C A bit grumpy when ye can't.
Do a weeks worth of those shifts and see how happy you are.
Not sure if this belongs in here or in cursing out colleges.
Card the number has been wrote on by a young man in another store. (Who if I ever meet is going to get an earful as this is not the first time this has happened)
Problem , the digits are incomprehensible.My writings bad, but not that bad.
It took two of us a dozen or so tries, suggestions from the customers
(lovely couple extraordinary patient and with the view to give that young man a piece of her mind if she sees him again for causing this havoc)
and a whole lot of guess work to figure out what the hell he wrote.
I'm still not sure we got it right, I'm now paranoid that I've charged another account
You have to laugh don't you there really isn't any other option.
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