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So here's what's happened over the past week.
No update on the weird people standing outside the store, all I know is they're not there now.
Someone pooped on the floor.
Someone hid in our supplies room. Scared the shit out of me when I went to get the broom. He had stuffed toilet paper down his pants?
I love my manager. There's a little basket on a shelf in our employee bathroom I never looked at. I finally opened it and discovered it fully stocked with all different sorts of kotex and tampons with a little note that read "for my ladies and our gifts." It was adorable and well timed.
I found a child in one of the pillow baskets. The store had been closed for an hour and no one had reported a missing child. Calls about a missing credit card, a lost pair of glasses and a misplaced cell phone, but none about a child.
People still think the credit card machine is too complicated. All you have to do is either push 'credit, yes' or 'enter pin, yes.'
My dog stowed away in my car (i have a van and if he's in the very back I can't see him over the seats) and spent the day in the back room making new friends.
A woman dropped a garden gnome right in front of me, picked it up like nothing had happened, started paying, then freaked out and said "It's chipped! How dare you sell damaged merchandise."
People love to stand in front of the register and act all angry and neglected even when there's a bell right there they could ring. Sometimes I just watch them to see how long they'll wait before they ring it. Sorry, I'm alone and I will not glue my ass to the register on the chance a customer might show up. Ring the bell and I'll come. Then I show up and they want a discount for waiting. I apologize and reply that I must not have heard the bell. Some people get all embarrassed and admit they didn't ring it, some say they didn't feel like ringing it, some lie and say "yeah, you should be sorry. Such poor service."
I pull a cute sign next to the bell that had an awesome drawing of a bell with a face and a text bubble saying "please ring me for assistance." I'm in the jewelry isle when a woman comes up to me with the sign and asks "I've been waiting. Should I ring the bell?"
And that was my week. Please go to the off topic section if you want to hear about my weekend. It was full of lovely things like fist fights, arrests, attempted suicide, rehab, and naked people.
No update on the weird people standing outside the store, all I know is they're not there now.
Someone pooped on the floor.
Someone hid in our supplies room. Scared the shit out of me when I went to get the broom. He had stuffed toilet paper down his pants?
I love my manager. There's a little basket on a shelf in our employee bathroom I never looked at. I finally opened it and discovered it fully stocked with all different sorts of kotex and tampons with a little note that read "for my ladies and our gifts." It was adorable and well timed.
I found a child in one of the pillow baskets. The store had been closed for an hour and no one had reported a missing child. Calls about a missing credit card, a lost pair of glasses and a misplaced cell phone, but none about a child.
People still think the credit card machine is too complicated. All you have to do is either push 'credit, yes' or 'enter pin, yes.'
My dog stowed away in my car (i have a van and if he's in the very back I can't see him over the seats) and spent the day in the back room making new friends.
A woman dropped a garden gnome right in front of me, picked it up like nothing had happened, started paying, then freaked out and said "It's chipped! How dare you sell damaged merchandise."
People love to stand in front of the register and act all angry and neglected even when there's a bell right there they could ring. Sometimes I just watch them to see how long they'll wait before they ring it. Sorry, I'm alone and I will not glue my ass to the register on the chance a customer might show up. Ring the bell and I'll come. Then I show up and they want a discount for waiting. I apologize and reply that I must not have heard the bell. Some people get all embarrassed and admit they didn't ring it, some say they didn't feel like ringing it, some lie and say "yeah, you should be sorry. Such poor service."
I pull a cute sign next to the bell that had an awesome drawing of a bell with a face and a text bubble saying "please ring me for assistance." I'm in the jewelry isle when a woman comes up to me with the sign and asks "I've been waiting. Should I ring the bell?"
And that was my week. Please go to the off topic section if you want to hear about my weekend. It was full of lovely things like fist fights, arrests, attempted suicide, rehab, and naked people.
My customers do the same thing!
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