For some unknowing reason, I think the Bullseye does it to me to get back at me for going back to part time, every Sunday I'm am lucky enough to work the fitting room. I really don't mind it since Sunday nights are slow, not much back at the fitting room, and it allows me to be in my own little world away from annoying co-workers, but I HATE answering the phone. You get 1 of three callers:
1. The long winded, tells you everything of their life, and takes a good 5 mins to tell you they just need a certain department,
2. Idiots who make you want to
3. the "give me _____ department"
This phone call took the cake as far as Idiot phone calls in a LONG time.
IG: Idiot Girl
Me: Good Evening, <opening dialog>
IG: Hi, I'm looking for a shirt.
Me: Ok, I can help you with that. What are you looking for?
IG: A Shirt.
Me: Ok, I can help you with that. Can you tell me more about this shirt?
IG: Yeah I'm not sure what brand it is, it's a brand that only the Bullseye carries.
Me: Ma'am, All brands that the Bullseyes carries are only available at the Bullseye. Can you describe the shirt to me?
IG: Well It's not like (Jr Clothing brand)...
Me: Ok... (Starts naming off all brands we carry)
IG: No! It's none of those! It's a brand you only carry!
Can you describe it for me?
IG: *sighs with an attitude* It's Long sleeved!
Ma'am, it's the middle of winter, all we have are long sleeve shirts, I need more of a description...
IG: IT'S LONG SLEEVED!
Me: Ma'am you don't need to raise your voice at me. We have thousands of different long sleeve shirts. You need to be more descriptive so I can figure out what you are looking for.
IG: NEVER MIND! Worthless B*tch *click*
I've gotten some doozie of calls in the past but man, that was a new one. Normally I just get stuck talking to an old lady about wallets for 30mins or some pervert who wants to talk about condoms and crotchless panties. This was... well interesting. Now that I opened up my availability, I get to do it MORE! YAY for hour cuts at the bank
I hate the Bullseye...