I manage a specialty wine store that is currently in its second year of operation. I'm also studying for my Master Sommelier certification. My first round of classes and tests are this summer, specifically next week and at the end of August. I am studying like an INSANE PERSON. Most of my customers understand this, are thankful for it, and keep asking me how it's going. Even though my laptop and textbook stay open on the desk, I only study when there are no customers.
Today was unbelievably busy, even by Friday and Holiday standards. We rang about 80% over Independence Day numbers from last year, which is about 70% over a normal Friday (per last quarter's numbers), and 50% over a tasting (we did *not* do a tasting tonight, which I am incredibly grateful for).
Around 19:00, things started really picking up. We had a line four deep (one register) for about a half hour. A pair of guys (regular customers) came to the counter and started asking about a new wine. We only had a couple bottles, none in the fridge, and they were INSISTENT that they have cold wine (never mind that the cooler is a courtesy, not a given, hell, it was BROKEN for a month). I offered another, similar wine, which was turned down because he didn't think he liked it last time he tried it. While he and his partner dithered, I moved to the next person in line, opened a new invoice, and made the sale. At the same time, I was on GTalk with our store's GM/buyer, asking if I had the correct price for the wine the pair was asking about.
During the transactions, I was conversing with the customers about how much work there was, and how I was juggling several different things. Being regulars, most of them empathized with me and joked about various difficulties in running a small business.
The pair of guys were finally ready to check out when I finished the second transaction, having chosen one of our cheapest wines. As I was checking them out, one of them decided to teach me how to manage a store.
SC: You know you'd be much more efficient if you focused on just one thing.
Me: Maybe, but I have far too much demanding my attention at the same time to limit myself to just one thing. Besides, I'm pretty good at multi-tasking.
SC: Well do you really need to be studying for a class NOW?! It takes away from your attention to the customers, and it's not relevant to your job!
Me: Considering the class next week is to help me become a Sommelier so I can help customers choose better wine and hopefully bring in more wines that all of you would like, I'd think it's fairly relevant.
Customer left. Rapidly. Without further comment beyond the statement of "oh."
The person behind him was one of my favourite customers, D. As I gave a couple one-finger salutes to the retreating backs (they had moved out of line-of-sight by that point), D said he was waiting for them to turn around and make a solidarity statement to him...So he could ask them to step outside, because he was greatly offended by their comments, as a patron of the store (and huge fan of mine, apparently), owner of a small business, and gentleman. He was offended by their lack of respect to a lady (his words), their implication that I was incapable of doing my job, and their demand for great amounts of attention for what ended up being one of the smallest sales of the night.
Next time D comes in, I'm buying him a bottle of wine. Would have done it this time, but he wasn't buying it for himself.
Today was unbelievably busy, even by Friday and Holiday standards. We rang about 80% over Independence Day numbers from last year, which is about 70% over a normal Friday (per last quarter's numbers), and 50% over a tasting (we did *not* do a tasting tonight, which I am incredibly grateful for).
Around 19:00, things started really picking up. We had a line four deep (one register) for about a half hour. A pair of guys (regular customers) came to the counter and started asking about a new wine. We only had a couple bottles, none in the fridge, and they were INSISTENT that they have cold wine (never mind that the cooler is a courtesy, not a given, hell, it was BROKEN for a month). I offered another, similar wine, which was turned down because he didn't think he liked it last time he tried it. While he and his partner dithered, I moved to the next person in line, opened a new invoice, and made the sale. At the same time, I was on GTalk with our store's GM/buyer, asking if I had the correct price for the wine the pair was asking about.
During the transactions, I was conversing with the customers about how much work there was, and how I was juggling several different things. Being regulars, most of them empathized with me and joked about various difficulties in running a small business.
The pair of guys were finally ready to check out when I finished the second transaction, having chosen one of our cheapest wines. As I was checking them out, one of them decided to teach me how to manage a store.
SC: You know you'd be much more efficient if you focused on just one thing.
Me: Maybe, but I have far too much demanding my attention at the same time to limit myself to just one thing. Besides, I'm pretty good at multi-tasking.
SC: Well do you really need to be studying for a class NOW?! It takes away from your attention to the customers, and it's not relevant to your job!
Me: Considering the class next week is to help me become a Sommelier so I can help customers choose better wine and hopefully bring in more wines that all of you would like, I'd think it's fairly relevant.
Customer left. Rapidly. Without further comment beyond the statement of "oh."
The person behind him was one of my favourite customers, D. As I gave a couple one-finger salutes to the retreating backs (they had moved out of line-of-sight by that point), D said he was waiting for them to turn around and make a solidarity statement to him...So he could ask them to step outside, because he was greatly offended by their comments, as a patron of the store (and huge fan of mine, apparently), owner of a small business, and gentleman. He was offended by their lack of respect to a lady (his words), their implication that I was incapable of doing my job, and their demand for great amounts of attention for what ended up being one of the smallest sales of the night.
Next time D comes in, I'm buying him a bottle of wine. Would have done it this time, but he wasn't buying it for himself.


Then I had o-toro.



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