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Good Luck With That
Me: Hi hi
MSC=Male sucky Customer
FSC=Female sucky customer
Cw= Coe-worker
IB= Innocent bystander
Today started out pretty normal, I have a few suckies but nothing really worth mentioning. It was after my CW left I was on my own....
A Lady came up to my service counter, this is where we store our computer, paint mixer, paperwork no cash, no outside phone line. She comes up to my counter whiel Im trying to figure out how to turn peach colored stain into a soft brown.
FSC: Im looking for recess lights
me: Are they in the flyer, or do you have the produce number (thats how we can things in)
fcs: no
me: one moment please. I change the computer setting and start to search, the odd thing abotu this computer if I wrote the excate name of a produce nothing I mean NOTHING will come up. Type in one word and I got all that ever excisted.
SO I type Reset lights and then I try a dozen varations I was counting, cause reccess isent a word I have to spell often and I cant spell.
10 minutes later
fsm: you spelled reccess wrong
me : I did would you mind spelling it for me?
fsc:SIGH R-E-C-C-E-S-S with every letter she moved closer, talks louder and give a dramitic sigh over my shoulder. Her breth was giving me chills on my neck.
me: I type it in and three pop up and they are all locatedin the isle she was in. "Here this is where they are." I point out the empty holes "We dont have any at the moment but you can take the product number and call any hardeware with it and they can look it up for you."
FSC Are you sure you dont have any more
me The computer tells me there wasent any here, Im sure you saw the screen as well as I did. she had the decenteny to blush before walking away.
Hour later
Im still working on the stain. I all ready managed to get one can to look like she wanted and was working on the other two. I just had to figure out excatle how much I put into the can. now my math is like my spelling erractic. Suddenly a hand slamp the steel counter and my feet left off the grounf and my knees into the hard wood sides.
MSC: Are you in paint?"
me "Yess. Was there any need for that." A I lift my paint stained hands and gester towards hit hand that was where he left it.
MSC: Well your in a grumpty mood.
Me : eyes narrowed, one eyebrow cocked and I open my mouth to explain that I didnt see him coming to my counter nor did I expect him to scare me.
SMC: Ill go find soemone else to help me since you are in no mood and I rather not deal with you. this was said as he walked away from me.
me: (by now my heart only just started to slow down and his tone was enough to make me want to throw my stinky sneaker at him so my mouth open and this is what came out) Good luck with that. (I at that moment was the only person in the store who knew anything about paint...not even the mangers could mix paint)
MSC: no good luck to you. mumble attitude mumble " He was all ready in the next section of the store and I was no longer able to hear him but a lady was behind us the whole time
IB= well I never seen such a baby and I raised four, anyone could see he scared the daylights out of you.
me: his loss Im the only paint person here.
we shared a laugh at that and I proceded to help her out. at my lunch I found out her stop several of my co workers (I dont directly work with them they are stationed at diferent sections) and they all told me he asked if they knew pain and all of them pointed me out and he siad I was a bitch and didnt want to deal with me, 4 out of 5 said "Buddy it must be you, cause she the sweetest girl we know" The last one just started at him shurged her shoulders and walked away.
Ona side not before anyone says anything about me giving him tude for scaring me it was a reaction. I have aheart condition and I dont liek sudden surprises cause it makes my heart race and disorents me.
MSC=Male sucky Customer
FSC=Female sucky customer
Cw= Coe-worker
IB= Innocent bystander
Today started out pretty normal, I have a few suckies but nothing really worth mentioning. It was after my CW left I was on my own....
A Lady came up to my service counter, this is where we store our computer, paint mixer, paperwork no cash, no outside phone line. She comes up to my counter whiel Im trying to figure out how to turn peach colored stain into a soft brown.
FSC: Im looking for recess lights
me: Are they in the flyer, or do you have the produce number (thats how we can things in)
fcs: no
me: one moment please. I change the computer setting and start to search, the odd thing abotu this computer if I wrote the excate name of a produce nothing I mean NOTHING will come up. Type in one word and I got all that ever excisted.
SO I type Reset lights and then I try a dozen varations I was counting, cause reccess isent a word I have to spell often and I cant spell.
10 minutes later
fsm: you spelled reccess wrong
me : I did would you mind spelling it for me?
fsc:SIGH R-E-C-C-E-S-S with every letter she moved closer, talks louder and give a dramitic sigh over my shoulder. Her breth was giving me chills on my neck.
me: I type it in and three pop up and they are all locatedin the isle she was in. "Here this is where they are." I point out the empty holes "We dont have any at the moment but you can take the product number and call any hardeware with it and they can look it up for you."
FSC Are you sure you dont have any more
me The computer tells me there wasent any here, Im sure you saw the screen as well as I did. she had the decenteny to blush before walking away.
Hour later
Im still working on the stain. I all ready managed to get one can to look like she wanted and was working on the other two. I just had to figure out excatle how much I put into the can. now my math is like my spelling erractic. Suddenly a hand slamp the steel counter and my feet left off the grounf and my knees into the hard wood sides.
MSC: Are you in paint?"
me "Yess. Was there any need for that." A I lift my paint stained hands and gester towards hit hand that was where he left it.
MSC: Well your in a grumpty mood.
Me : eyes narrowed, one eyebrow cocked and I open my mouth to explain that I didnt see him coming to my counter nor did I expect him to scare me.
SMC: Ill go find soemone else to help me since you are in no mood and I rather not deal with you. this was said as he walked away from me.
me: (by now my heart only just started to slow down and his tone was enough to make me want to throw my stinky sneaker at him so my mouth open and this is what came out) Good luck with that. (I at that moment was the only person in the store who knew anything about paint...not even the mangers could mix paint)
MSC: no good luck to you. mumble attitude mumble " He was all ready in the next section of the store and I was no longer able to hear him but a lady was behind us the whole time
IB= well I never seen such a baby and I raised four, anyone could see he scared the daylights out of you.
me: his loss Im the only paint person here.
we shared a laugh at that and I proceded to help her out. at my lunch I found out her stop several of my co workers (I dont directly work with them they are stationed at diferent sections) and they all told me he asked if they knew pain and all of them pointed me out and he siad I was a bitch and didnt want to deal with me, 4 out of 5 said "Buddy it must be you, cause she the sweetest girl we know" The last one just started at him shurged her shoulders and walked away.
Ona side not before anyone says anything about me giving him tude for scaring me it was a reaction. I have aheart condition and I dont liek sudden surprises cause it makes my heart race and disorents me.
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