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Yes, I don't feel well, not exactly related to a customer, but I have a story to fill in with it.
Tonight (Sunday) we were planning a huge re-structuring on the front end after we closed. Seriously,. just about everything changed. Mall (and store) closes at 7 PM, as close to on the dot as we can, since we have this massive thing looming over us. 7:10, I notice the lights in the store flicker off and back on, from the back of the store toward the front. I turn to coworker, "What happened?"
"We've still got customers in the store."
"Oh, goody."
7:15, the lights get flickered again.
Around 7:20, the last customers finally leave, and the back room guy (who is leaving in the next few weeks, to move back to Chicago, having only worked here four months...) and I start carrying out the massive stock of girl's toys we've been hanging on to for this move, and piling it up down the walkways, while other workers start changing out the walls.
CW and I spend the night being runners for everyone else. "Rubi we need X of these..."
"I'll go see what we have..."
No big deal, tons of exercise was had by me.
Now, our schedule (or, at least mine) had me out the door by 10 PM. MOD told us just before we started, we weren't leaving until everything's done, cause the DM came in the morning after the last floor move, and not everything was done, and they got in trouble.
So, really, I wasn't expecting this huge undertaking. I had bought a soda and a cookie, cause I had a really late lunch.
Anyway, around midnight, the CW and I finally started moving things back to our stock room, and, as I climbed a ladder to get to the higher shelves, my head started spinning (a mix of vertigo and possibly dehydration) and, upon returning to the ground, my tailbone started to hurt really bad. So, with CW's okay, I sat and rested a bit, then sprung right back to helping once I felt better. But, when I went up the ladder again, the dizziness returned, so, I'd sit back down. Just shy of 1 AM, the MOD noticed me sitting down, and asked, "What're you doing?"
"Not feeling well..."
"Okay, why don't you head on out, then, Rubi?"
"Okay."
6:45 shift, looks like there's still a lot left to do that I can't really help with? And I'm not feeling well? Sure, I'll go home. Not until I got to my car did I realize that could have left a bad impression on the MOD, though she knows I bust my ass when I'm on stock alone. Usually, I move so fast that I'm ahead of the curve on keeping the floor looking good, so she'll send me home a bit early. I wasn't the first one to go home, though.
Tonight (Sunday) we were planning a huge re-structuring on the front end after we closed. Seriously,. just about everything changed. Mall (and store) closes at 7 PM, as close to on the dot as we can, since we have this massive thing looming over us. 7:10, I notice the lights in the store flicker off and back on, from the back of the store toward the front. I turn to coworker, "What happened?"
"We've still got customers in the store."
"Oh, goody."
7:15, the lights get flickered again.
Around 7:20, the last customers finally leave, and the back room guy (who is leaving in the next few weeks, to move back to Chicago, having only worked here four months...) and I start carrying out the massive stock of girl's toys we've been hanging on to for this move, and piling it up down the walkways, while other workers start changing out the walls.
CW and I spend the night being runners for everyone else. "Rubi we need X of these..."
"I'll go see what we have..."
No big deal, tons of exercise was had by me.
Now, our schedule (or, at least mine) had me out the door by 10 PM. MOD told us just before we started, we weren't leaving until everything's done, cause the DM came in the morning after the last floor move, and not everything was done, and they got in trouble.
So, really, I wasn't expecting this huge undertaking. I had bought a soda and a cookie, cause I had a really late lunch.
Anyway, around midnight, the CW and I finally started moving things back to our stock room, and, as I climbed a ladder to get to the higher shelves, my head started spinning (a mix of vertigo and possibly dehydration) and, upon returning to the ground, my tailbone started to hurt really bad. So, with CW's okay, I sat and rested a bit, then sprung right back to helping once I felt better. But, when I went up the ladder again, the dizziness returned, so, I'd sit back down. Just shy of 1 AM, the MOD noticed me sitting down, and asked, "What're you doing?"
"Not feeling well..."
"Okay, why don't you head on out, then, Rubi?"
"Okay."
6:45 shift, looks like there's still a lot left to do that I can't really help with? And I'm not feeling well? Sure, I'll go home. Not until I got to my car did I realize that could have left a bad impression on the MOD, though she knows I bust my ass when I'm on stock alone. Usually, I move so fast that I'm ahead of the curve on keeping the floor looking good, so she'll send me home a bit early. I wasn't the first one to go home, though.
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