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Well Its been months since I have done any floor work at work. An incident with a H2 left my right leg and foot very mangled. Recently the doctor finlay signed of on taking me of disability and I am back at work.
For those that don't know I am in charge of inventory control at a large upscale department store of pure EVIL. And generally only do floor calls if there is a return that requires a department manager override and that manager is not available. And yesterday I got such a call.
Middle aged woman was trying to return a dress, no tags no receipt. I walked up (more like a shuffle), with a hand under my suit jacket, the brace I was wearing was pinching. She looks up at me for a second, then my coworker told me what was going on. Before she could finish the woman to the dress, and said "never mind," then walked out the door.
Now there is something you need to know. I am six feet, eight inches tall. Very italian looking and management is required to wear business suits.
Fast forward to about an hour ago. The Store manager comes into my office.
SM: "Um did you go out on the floor yesterday"
ME: "Yea, I know I am supposed to use my crutch....."
SM: "No its not that, this woman called"
ME: "Oh?"
SM: "Apparently she was threatening to call corporate to complain about using mafia like security guards with guns."
ME: "HAHAHAH, your joshing me right"
SM: "Oh no, she wanted to be compensated for the emotional trauma we put her through.."
ME: "Oh please let me talk to her if she calls again"
SM: "Funny, I passed her off on corporate they will probably ignore her"
ME: "Well that's good, but she does have a good idea. Can I hire some of my cousins from Jersey City"
SM "ha-ha, no. And use your crutch"
For those that don't know I am in charge of inventory control at a large upscale department store of pure EVIL. And generally only do floor calls if there is a return that requires a department manager override and that manager is not available. And yesterday I got such a call.
Middle aged woman was trying to return a dress, no tags no receipt. I walked up (more like a shuffle), with a hand under my suit jacket, the brace I was wearing was pinching. She looks up at me for a second, then my coworker told me what was going on. Before she could finish the woman to the dress, and said "never mind," then walked out the door.
Now there is something you need to know. I am six feet, eight inches tall. Very italian looking and management is required to wear business suits.
Fast forward to about an hour ago. The Store manager comes into my office.
SM: "Um did you go out on the floor yesterday"
ME: "Yea, I know I am supposed to use my crutch....."
SM: "No its not that, this woman called"
ME: "Oh?"
SM: "Apparently she was threatening to call corporate to complain about using mafia like security guards with guns."
ME: "HAHAHAH, your joshing me right"
SM: "Oh no, she wanted to be compensated for the emotional trauma we put her through.."
ME: "Oh please let me talk to her if she calls again"
SM: "Funny, I passed her off on corporate they will probably ignore her"
ME: "Well that's good, but she does have a good idea. Can I hire some of my cousins from Jersey City"
SM "ha-ha, no. And use your crutch"
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