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Greetings, all!
I’ve worked in a bookstore as well as going to school full-time for over four years now. For the last six-eight months I’ve been able to cut back my hours at the bookstore as I have a second job working in a lab on campus (no customers, applicable to my major, score!). I still work one or two days a week at the bookstore, though, just in case my program gets cut -- with the economy the way it is I don’t want to take chances.
Anyway, here are some happenings that occurred last night.
WTF?
As I was coming in to work one my coworkers came up to me grinning widely.
CW: “Guess what happened today.”
Me: “No idea.”
CW: “Someone dyed their hair pink in the bathroom!”
Me: “Wha…how…why?”
CW: (hopping up and down) “One of the sinks in the women’s restroom is pink now!”
Me: “Why would someone go to a bookstore…to do that?”
CW: “’Cause people are stupid.”
Price Matching
While I was taking a break one of the managers walked into the breakroom. Now this particular manager is awesome. He helps out on the floor, shelves books really fast, and takes no crap from anybody. Apparently he was helping out the cashiers at the registers when a customer came up to him. She told him that she saw a particular book online at another retailer for 40% off. She then asked him to honor that price. My manager politely informed her that we don’t price match and that if she had a coupon for our store she would have to have it present when making a purchase. Brandishing the book in question she stated “Well, in that case I’ll have to buy this book at that other store.” My manager just held out his hand and asked “Do you want me to put that book back for you? Have a nice drive!”
Really?
Last night we found out that the emergency doors (located in the Children’s Dept.) did not do a good job of keeping out the outside air. We’re in Southern California, so there’s smoke and ash everywhere. It wasn’t bad enough to close the store but it was bad enough that none of us workers went in the Children’s Dept. unless we had to. I would start coughing as soon as I entered and developed a headache by the end of the night. Yet people still sat in there and read with their small children.
It’s over there
By the way, if one more person comes up asking for the Twilight books I’m going to die inside. It’s gotten to the point where if I see a teenager wearing any kind of black I just point to the Stephanie Meyer table. Fully 30-40% of the questions I’ve been getting have been to do with that series.
I have other stories but I’ll post them later.
I’ve worked in a bookstore as well as going to school full-time for over four years now. For the last six-eight months I’ve been able to cut back my hours at the bookstore as I have a second job working in a lab on campus (no customers, applicable to my major, score!). I still work one or two days a week at the bookstore, though, just in case my program gets cut -- with the economy the way it is I don’t want to take chances.
Anyway, here are some happenings that occurred last night.
WTF?
As I was coming in to work one my coworkers came up to me grinning widely.
CW: “Guess what happened today.”
Me: “No idea.”
CW: “Someone dyed their hair pink in the bathroom!”
Me: “Wha…how…why?”
CW: (hopping up and down) “One of the sinks in the women’s restroom is pink now!”
Me: “Why would someone go to a bookstore…to do that?”
CW: “’Cause people are stupid.”
Price Matching
While I was taking a break one of the managers walked into the breakroom. Now this particular manager is awesome. He helps out on the floor, shelves books really fast, and takes no crap from anybody. Apparently he was helping out the cashiers at the registers when a customer came up to him. She told him that she saw a particular book online at another retailer for 40% off. She then asked him to honor that price. My manager politely informed her that we don’t price match and that if she had a coupon for our store she would have to have it present when making a purchase. Brandishing the book in question she stated “Well, in that case I’ll have to buy this book at that other store.” My manager just held out his hand and asked “Do you want me to put that book back for you? Have a nice drive!”
Really?
Last night we found out that the emergency doors (located in the Children’s Dept.) did not do a good job of keeping out the outside air. We’re in Southern California, so there’s smoke and ash everywhere. It wasn’t bad enough to close the store but it was bad enough that none of us workers went in the Children’s Dept. unless we had to. I would start coughing as soon as I entered and developed a headache by the end of the night. Yet people still sat in there and read with their small children.
It’s over there
By the way, if one more person comes up asking for the Twilight books I’m going to die inside. It’s gotten to the point where if I see a teenager wearing any kind of black I just point to the Stephanie Meyer table. Fully 30-40% of the questions I’ve been getting have been to do with that series.
I have other stories but I’ll post them later.
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