Have you ever gone into work, and before you have even got there you know what you are going to be writing a thread about it later on? I had that feeling today, and I was correct.
It was the pubs annual Summer Fare. The pub has two a year, one during the summer and one at Christmas (I have posted about the Christmas one before) We had allsorts going on, face painting, lucky dips, raffles, things for sale, a bouncy castle and a tombola (my stall).
As well as setting up our own stalls, we also got a few people from local businesses to come in. We had people from a salon giving pedicures, a toy store had set up a lucky dip and a bakery had donated a lot of food for us to sell. We were also supposed to have a girl come in and do some makeovers...until this happened.
She arrived and was immediately oozing with attitude. She looked at the other stalls with such distain, like they weren’t good enough for her. She went over to the co-worker who had organised everything.
Makeover Girl: Look, I am having second thoughts about this. I mean, I am taking time out of my only day off to come and do work, and use my own equipment and materials, and well, I am not going to make any money off it.
CW: Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that, but when I spoke to you I made it very clear that everything we are doing today is 100% for charity.
MG: Oh I know, I know, I’ve just been doing some thinking and I’m not certain it will do me any good. I mean, I’m going to be working at a loss, aren’t I?
CW: Yes I understand, but I made it very clear when I met you that would be the case. This is for charity, no one is making money for themselves today.
MG: OK, I don’t know how else to put this, so I am just going to say it. I want 50% of the profits or I walk.
CW: *speechless* Guh...buh...whaa?
I nearly jumped in and called her a loon. But co-worker managed to regain her voice.
CW: Then I guess you’re walking.
MG: Just like that? But you have already advertised that I am going to be here! People will be asking! What will you tell them?
CW: I’ll tell them that you wanted 50% of the money we made for a cancer charity and you left.
MG: But that will drive people away from my business in the future!
CW: Yes. It will.
MG: Fine! I’ll stay! I’ll stay!
CW: No, I don’t want you here. Pack up your things and go.
MG: I don’t believe this!
She grabbed her bag and stormed out.
The fare started and I manned my tombola. A middle aged grumpy man and his wife came over. They were my very first customers.
Me: Hi there, would you like to buy some tickets?
GM: *very demanding tone* What is this for?!
Me: We are raising money for *local cancer charity* today. Every penny we make today gets donated to them.
I then showed him all the appropriate paperwork.
GM: *growling* I want to see your I.D.
Me: I.D?
GM: Yes, I.D proving you work for the charity and that you are not a CON MAN WHO IS OUT TO GET MY MONEY!
He looked around to see how many people’s attention he had got.
Me: I don’t work for the charity, I work at this pub, and we are raising money for them. I could call a manager over to verify this.
He simply stared at me, making a random growling noise every now and then.
GM: I want your I.D.
Me: The only I.D I have is my driver’s licence, and you are not privy to that information.
GM: *growls*
Me: *All patience gone* Are you going to buy some tickets or not?
GM: I think I will leave it, I don’t want to risk my money ending up in your dirty pockets.
Me: Fine. I hope that helps you sleep at night, now go away.
I could not believe it. The fare had only been opened for five minutes and both those things happened. Thankfully nothing else happened, and the rest of the day went smoothly.
I do not know the final figure of what we made, but when I left it was at least £500.00.
It was the pubs annual Summer Fare. The pub has two a year, one during the summer and one at Christmas (I have posted about the Christmas one before) We had allsorts going on, face painting, lucky dips, raffles, things for sale, a bouncy castle and a tombola (my stall).
As well as setting up our own stalls, we also got a few people from local businesses to come in. We had people from a salon giving pedicures, a toy store had set up a lucky dip and a bakery had donated a lot of food for us to sell. We were also supposed to have a girl come in and do some makeovers...until this happened.
She arrived and was immediately oozing with attitude. She looked at the other stalls with such distain, like they weren’t good enough for her. She went over to the co-worker who had organised everything.
Makeover Girl: Look, I am having second thoughts about this. I mean, I am taking time out of my only day off to come and do work, and use my own equipment and materials, and well, I am not going to make any money off it.
CW: Oh, well I’m sorry to hear that, but when I spoke to you I made it very clear that everything we are doing today is 100% for charity.
MG: Oh I know, I know, I’ve just been doing some thinking and I’m not certain it will do me any good. I mean, I’m going to be working at a loss, aren’t I?
CW: Yes I understand, but I made it very clear when I met you that would be the case. This is for charity, no one is making money for themselves today.
MG: OK, I don’t know how else to put this, so I am just going to say it. I want 50% of the profits or I walk.
CW: *speechless* Guh...buh...whaa?
I nearly jumped in and called her a loon. But co-worker managed to regain her voice.
CW: Then I guess you’re walking.
MG: Just like that? But you have already advertised that I am going to be here! People will be asking! What will you tell them?
CW: I’ll tell them that you wanted 50% of the money we made for a cancer charity and you left.
MG: But that will drive people away from my business in the future!
CW: Yes. It will.
MG: Fine! I’ll stay! I’ll stay!
CW: No, I don’t want you here. Pack up your things and go.
MG: I don’t believe this!
She grabbed her bag and stormed out.
The fare started and I manned my tombola. A middle aged grumpy man and his wife came over. They were my very first customers.
Me: Hi there, would you like to buy some tickets?
GM: *very demanding tone* What is this for?!
Me: We are raising money for *local cancer charity* today. Every penny we make today gets donated to them.
I then showed him all the appropriate paperwork.
GM: *growling* I want to see your I.D.
Me: I.D?
GM: Yes, I.D proving you work for the charity and that you are not a CON MAN WHO IS OUT TO GET MY MONEY!
He looked around to see how many people’s attention he had got.
Me: I don’t work for the charity, I work at this pub, and we are raising money for them. I could call a manager over to verify this.
He simply stared at me, making a random growling noise every now and then.
GM: I want your I.D.
Me: The only I.D I have is my driver’s licence, and you are not privy to that information.
GM: *growls*
Me: *All patience gone* Are you going to buy some tickets or not?
GM: I think I will leave it, I don’t want to risk my money ending up in your dirty pockets.
Me: Fine. I hope that helps you sleep at night, now go away.
I could not believe it. The fare had only been opened for five minutes and both those things happened. Thankfully nothing else happened, and the rest of the day went smoothly.
I do not know the final figure of what we made, but when I left it was at least £500.00.
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