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My town has a winter festival. For 3+ hours on the first Saturday of December, we shut down our main street and have a bunch of fun. This, of course, requires all the retailers to work our fucking asses off to cater to the masses. Mostly, it's a damned lot of fun. And a lil bit of suck.
Bit of Fun
Hubby worked the door. And got flirted with. A lot. I knew he was a cutie! ^.^
WTF?!
My coworker asked my husband if he sacrifices virgins. Or uses coco butter. In his defense, my husband does NOT look his age. He looks easily a decade (if not more) younger. The man still gets carded when we go out to dinner.
No, I'm not jealous. Why would you ask?
OMG TEH SUCK
DUDE. LINE. GET IN IT. YOU DO NOT GET TO CUT THE LINE, I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK YOUR $20 PURCHASE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE $200 PURCHASE I'M HANDLING RIGHT NOW. GIT. MOVE.
WIN
We were a madhouse tonight. Uber-madhouse. Busiest I've ever seen it, and we've had days where we did almost twice as much money in half as many sales. Even with Hubby on the door, and with all of us checking ID's like mad, there were bound to be incidents. Luckily, there was only one - most people were REALLY good about having their ID's out and ready, and not giving us shite for asking. Even on a normal day, we usually end up with at least two or three "cmon, I'm soooo old enough, just sell it to me, why do you neeeeeeed to see my ID!?" - not today. It was awesome. Two thumbs up to almost everyone tonight.
OH GODS YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
Our receipt printer failed. Just froze up and refused to print. I had to clear all the print jobs and restart it once we closed to print the final report. No printer means the drawer doesn't pop automatically. We had to keep keying the drawer to put money in. Finally just left the key in the lock.
The ID machine failed also - the cord is loose, and once the battery dies, it takes a while to start charging again, unless you enter a specific pattern of keystrikes on the control pad. Which I discovered by accident. I blame the person who decided (weeks ago) that the ID machine was evil, and tried to rip it off the desk. Failed, but it was... entertaining. Especially when combined with the paranoid rant about how DA GUBMENT CAN'T HAVE MAH INFO! Crazy.
D'awwwwwww
There are several local music groups. Most of them are amazing. One, a male quartet, was caroling, and stopped in the store to perform a couple carols. They were amazing, and made everyone smile. The world needs more music like that.
The Santa who was playing a Saxophone, however, can FOAD. I couldn't talk over him, and he was just obnoxious. Strode in without a by-your-leave, and just started playing. Over the music we had on in the background, over the customers, and over our dirty looks.
He wasn't even a very good Santa.
U FAIL GET OUT.
Ah, the suck. This one is rather epic in its audaciousness, so pull up a chair.
The bosses were behind the counter, handling liquor recommendations, ringing sales, bagging, wrapping, answering questions, etc. Occasionally I'd jump back to help, or trade places with one of them to help out. At one point I was schmoozing a Rather Important Customer, and noticed a group of... wannabe Urban Youths. Two guys who couldn't have been more than 22-23, and two girls that couldn't be more than 16. One of the guys is attempting to act "cool" and states (loudly) that he was gonna buy dem sum buuuuuze but da girlies hadta LEAVE cuz dey was gonna git him in TRUBLE. The two girls leave and hang out RIGHT outside the door. At that moment, Boss starts to ask them what they're interested in.
I quickly excused myself from The Very Important Customer and ducked around behind the counter. Tapped Boss on the shoulder and quietly mentioned to him that the guys were with two girls that looked underage, and the guys had asked the girls to leave the store. But they were clearly underage. Boss turned to the Urban Youts - "I'm so sorry, but you appear to be part of a group that has underage members. We can't sell you anything today"
"YO DEY NOT WIF US! WE'RE NOT WIF ANY GROUP!"
"I believe you, but I'm not getting this store in trouble tonight. You can leave now. We'll serve you another day when you're not with underage girls."
BOOM. SEEYA. Guys gave me a dirty look and stalked out. I saw them getting yelled at outside. ^.^
All in all, a decent day. Fun, energetic, and now... oh dear LORD but my feet hurt. So does my voice. I seriously overused it today.
Bit of Fun
Hubby worked the door. And got flirted with. A lot. I knew he was a cutie! ^.^
WTF?!
My coworker asked my husband if he sacrifices virgins. Or uses coco butter. In his defense, my husband does NOT look his age. He looks easily a decade (if not more) younger. The man still gets carded when we go out to dinner.
No, I'm not jealous. Why would you ask?
OMG TEH SUCK
DUDE. LINE. GET IN IT. YOU DO NOT GET TO CUT THE LINE, I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK YOUR $20 PURCHASE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE $200 PURCHASE I'M HANDLING RIGHT NOW. GIT. MOVE.
WIN
We were a madhouse tonight. Uber-madhouse. Busiest I've ever seen it, and we've had days where we did almost twice as much money in half as many sales. Even with Hubby on the door, and with all of us checking ID's like mad, there were bound to be incidents. Luckily, there was only one - most people were REALLY good about having their ID's out and ready, and not giving us shite for asking. Even on a normal day, we usually end up with at least two or three "cmon, I'm soooo old enough, just sell it to me, why do you neeeeeeed to see my ID!?" - not today. It was awesome. Two thumbs up to almost everyone tonight.
OH GODS YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
Our receipt printer failed. Just froze up and refused to print. I had to clear all the print jobs and restart it once we closed to print the final report. No printer means the drawer doesn't pop automatically. We had to keep keying the drawer to put money in. Finally just left the key in the lock.
The ID machine failed also - the cord is loose, and once the battery dies, it takes a while to start charging again, unless you enter a specific pattern of keystrikes on the control pad. Which I discovered by accident. I blame the person who decided (weeks ago) that the ID machine was evil, and tried to rip it off the desk. Failed, but it was... entertaining. Especially when combined with the paranoid rant about how DA GUBMENT CAN'T HAVE MAH INFO! Crazy.
D'awwwwwww
There are several local music groups. Most of them are amazing. One, a male quartet, was caroling, and stopped in the store to perform a couple carols. They were amazing, and made everyone smile. The world needs more music like that.
The Santa who was playing a Saxophone, however, can FOAD. I couldn't talk over him, and he was just obnoxious. Strode in without a by-your-leave, and just started playing. Over the music we had on in the background, over the customers, and over our dirty looks.
He wasn't even a very good Santa.
U FAIL GET OUT.
Ah, the suck. This one is rather epic in its audaciousness, so pull up a chair.
The bosses were behind the counter, handling liquor recommendations, ringing sales, bagging, wrapping, answering questions, etc. Occasionally I'd jump back to help, or trade places with one of them to help out. At one point I was schmoozing a Rather Important Customer, and noticed a group of... wannabe Urban Youths. Two guys who couldn't have been more than 22-23, and two girls that couldn't be more than 16. One of the guys is attempting to act "cool" and states (loudly) that he was gonna buy dem sum buuuuuze but da girlies hadta LEAVE cuz dey was gonna git him in TRUBLE. The two girls leave and hang out RIGHT outside the door. At that moment, Boss starts to ask them what they're interested in.
I quickly excused myself from The Very Important Customer and ducked around behind the counter. Tapped Boss on the shoulder and quietly mentioned to him that the guys were with two girls that looked underage, and the guys had asked the girls to leave the store. But they were clearly underage. Boss turned to the Urban Youts - "I'm so sorry, but you appear to be part of a group that has underage members. We can't sell you anything today"
"YO DEY NOT WIF US! WE'RE NOT WIF ANY GROUP!"
"I believe you, but I'm not getting this store in trouble tonight. You can leave now. We'll serve you another day when you're not with underage girls."
BOOM. SEEYA. Guys gave me a dirty look and stalked out. I saw them getting yelled at outside. ^.^
All in all, a decent day. Fun, energetic, and now... oh dear LORD but my feet hurt. So does my voice. I seriously overused it today.
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