Well, it finally happened... the college bookstore I had been doing temp work for off and on for the last year has finally hired me! Unfortunately, this also comes with a lot of SCs.
Who let you in?
This one was more comical than SCish, though it did leave me wondering how this girl was admitted to the college. Not that it's prestigious, mind, but still.
SC: Hey, my teacher told me to get this book about witches.
Me: No problem
What class is the book for?
SC: History 150
Me: Alrighty, and who is your professor?
SC: *crickets chirping* I... don't know.
(Note, this is the END of the semester. A little odd, but maybe the teacher has a difficult name to remember)
Me: Okay, well I'll read you the list of professors' names, and you stop me if one sounds familiar.
*I do so..... and then I do so again. Having failed this, I take her to a computer to pull up the schedule*
Me: Okay it looks like the books that we have ordered for your class are: *can't remember, but one was world history, one was about Sparta, and the other was about the black plague* Are you sure it's a course textbook?
SC: Yeah. She asked for it.
Me: Do you have a syllabus or the assignment sheet?
The girl whips out the assignment sheet, and low and behold, it was not a textbook. In fact, it was not even a book. It was her essay prompt. It literally said: Essay TOPIC 1: Witches and Women
Of course, when I explained this to her, the SC went on a lovely tirade about how awful her teacher was and how that made NO sense at all and WTF argleblargle! Horrible person that I am, I directed her to the library, who might have had a better chance in at least finding her a book about witches. I only sell textbooks, so she was a bit out of luck with me.
This is all I have time for now, but after class I'll post about the SC who made me cry today
Grumble. I need thicker skin.
Who let you in?
This one was more comical than SCish, though it did leave me wondering how this girl was admitted to the college. Not that it's prestigious, mind, but still.
SC: Hey, my teacher told me to get this book about witches.
Me: No problem
What class is the book for?SC: History 150
Me: Alrighty, and who is your professor?
SC: *crickets chirping* I... don't know.
(Note, this is the END of the semester. A little odd, but maybe the teacher has a difficult name to remember)
Me: Okay, well I'll read you the list of professors' names, and you stop me if one sounds familiar.
*I do so..... and then I do so again. Having failed this, I take her to a computer to pull up the schedule*
Me: Okay it looks like the books that we have ordered for your class are: *can't remember, but one was world history, one was about Sparta, and the other was about the black plague* Are you sure it's a course textbook?
SC: Yeah. She asked for it.
Me: Do you have a syllabus or the assignment sheet?
The girl whips out the assignment sheet, and low and behold, it was not a textbook. In fact, it was not even a book. It was her essay prompt. It literally said: Essay TOPIC 1: Witches and Women
Of course, when I explained this to her, the SC went on a lovely tirade about how awful her teacher was and how that made NO sense at all and WTF argleblargle! Horrible person that I am, I directed her to the library, who might have had a better chance in at least finding her a book about witches. I only sell textbooks, so she was a bit out of luck with me.
This is all I have time for now, but after class I'll post about the SC who made me cry today
Grumble. I need thicker skin.

She wants to bitch about that, she can write my ten-page research paper for Sociolinguistics that's due Monday and worth 45% of my grade. I'll write her paper on witches and women, at least that sounds interesting. 


) so I was kinda headachy

(Here I'm imagining Carl from Janet Evanovich's books.)

] Most Wanted" with all of the pictures of the people I'm supposed to be looking out for. Lol I was behind the register (when I was still a temp) when my best friend (a manager) took down one of the textbook ring thieves... he literally walked in right after we discussed what we would do if the guy walked in (he was kinda dumb... came in and pulled the same stunt every couple of days- it was sneaky, and took a while for us to notice, but I mean, come on- if you get away with it, don't do it on a daily basis!). The higher ups in the store hadn't even been let in on the plan just yet, so they were a bit confused when we called them to tell them that the "scanner" wasn't "working".
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