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So i've now finished my first week back at Blacks and i may as well have been there for a few months.
I've been working mainly on the boots/camping floor as some of you may be aware running my feet off for fucking idiot customers.
Thats the one downside to the retail industry, morons will abuse you.
Example a) An american couple are standing behind me whilst im sorting out shoes on the womens boot wall.
Talking quietly between themselves (so i think) the woman says (this is the womans boot wall) no raise of tone at the end of the sentence to show it to be a question.. i continue to sort the shoes. Then the husband asks me, do you have a lightweight womans shoe like these? and gestures towards the womens lightweight trainers. This is the selection we've got on sale at the moment i say. "oh" says the woman "because there's nothing saying this is the womans section and we asked about 6 times!" a sharpness of tone is noted. I nod accepting what she says and leave before i pick up the bench and hit her in the face.
She more queried her husband than me the ONE time she mentioned it and more important than her not asking 6 times is the fact it says WOMENS on the wall infront of her.
Example B) I'm working downstairs sorting out jackets and just generally tidying up the place a bit.
A man walks in and glances at the hats, he walks over a few metres to where im standing and this is what he says.
"Whats the percentage of cotton in these hats" he gestures towards 5 or so different hats.
"I'm not entirely sure.." i say as he cuts in ...
"So you dont work here then?"
"Yes i work here.." i reply.
"So whats the percentage of cotton in the hats?"
"I'm couldnt say we (could check the label of the hat your interested in if you really want to know)" the words in brackets i would of added if he hadnt interupted me again to say...
"So you dont work here.. i want to talk to someone who works here"
I start to speak again and he adds..
"I'd rather talk to someone who works here"
Ok then, i'll just get my supervisor.
Hows about we look at the labels?
"Well you obviously dont know what your talking about"
He promptly leaves annoyed at how stupid i come accross by not knowing the percentage of fabrics in every item in the store off by heart.
Example c) Its late in the afternoon and im tired. There is a 2 man tent on display in our store on the 2nd floor, it has entrances on both sides. A couple, 40ish are pottering (wandering) around and pass by the tent as i'm pricing up some items.
"oh i could tell you alot of selling points for this tent" the lady says looking at me.
"Really?" i say in my best attempt at someone who gives a shit.
"Oh yes, we were camping a few years ago, and if either of us needed the toilet or fresh air at night we'd have to climb over the other to get out of the tent
"Yeah that can be quite a nuscence" i add.
"Oh yes it can, because you have to climb over the other person when their sleeping" The husband nods in agreement.
"Its a definate bonus this tent having a way out on both sides" i agree, the husband nods.
"Yeah our last tent had that trouble, like if it was dark and you had to scramble across the other person and you couldnt see properly" the husband nods some more in agreement.
I nod foolishly by this point having stopped what i'm doing to pretend to listen, what a horrible looking couple has already crossed my mind at several points during this conversation, yes.. im a bastard.
"We've got about 5 tents so wherever we're going we say, oh lets take this one.. haha or no how about this one" the husband chuckles a little
I keep nodding.
"But yeah this 2 entrances is a really good idea, because when its the middle of the night and you want to get out.." my supervisor Dave is walking over at this point to catch most of this.
"Oh yes" he says "i was on a little camping trip with my girlfriend once and it was very annoying having to crawl over at night to get out" he obviously thinks theres a sale on here, how wrong he is.
"Yeah thats a really good selling point for this tent"
I've been looking around the shop for someone to serve for a while, now desperation is starting to creep in. I'm too tired to run, she'll probably just catch up with me to talk about tents some more.
"We're always saying we wish we had another way out of the tent sometimes instead of crawling over the other person" the husband is smiling nodding. In a completely unexpected turn of events rather than like me seriously considering ramming a walking stick down her throat he seems to be enjoying the conversation.
I see a man looking at some boots on the wall. Holy shit here's my chance, i've seen someone to serve. I waste no time, they've got Dave in their trap and i'm away.
Thankfully once i've finished helping the guy out they've apparently dissapeared to go trouble someone else.
So after enjoying the wonderment that is working a saturday with a hangover and a sunday whilst tired we get to monday and i've got a day off.
If the weathers nice a friend of mine has suggested going for a walk or something. I'm not fussed, whatever she wants to do, i dont really have any ideas i'm just glad to be off work for a day.
Some people are shit, here's some reasons why.
- they slag you off to your family whilst you arent around about things you said to them in confidence which a few months down the line make no sense and they elaborate on times 100.
- you text them to suggest bowling on a thursday after work. They dont reply.
- They text you on a saturday suggesting bowling after work. you reply saying sure why not bowlings fun.
"i finish at 6.15pm, how about you come get me?" i text.
"sounds good" they say.
at 5ish i ring up to check on that arrangement, "pick you up? no i could never of done that even if i'd wanted to".. ok... i think i thought that was fairly clear what i was asking but sometimes texts can be misinterpreted, fair enough.
"i'll come pick you up at 9 and we'll go bowling" he says. "ok i've gotta go i'm at work but i'll see you then" i reply.
So i get home, have some dinner and i'm ready for 9, feeling quite tired but it'll be nice to go bowling, i'm taking my camera i may even make a journal about it.
9.45pm i dont want to text sounding annoyed so i keep it brief. "its nearly an hour after you said you'd be here so i'm guessing bowlings off" i say. No reply. At all. Ever. Great.
The mood of this journals a bit annoyed/frustrated but to be honest i'm in a pretty good mood. Sometimes its just nice to complain somewhere. Here is like complaining but to no one involved, alot more hassle free.
Walking should be nice, i hope the weathers good, i may take my camera with me.
Take care you beautiful people, hopefully tomorrow my journal will be full of lovely sunny pictures of my countryside xx
So i've now finished my first week back at Blacks and i may as well have been there for a few months.
I've been working mainly on the boots/camping floor as some of you may be aware running my feet off for fucking idiot customers.
Thats the one downside to the retail industry, morons will abuse you.
Example a) An american couple are standing behind me whilst im sorting out shoes on the womens boot wall.
Talking quietly between themselves (so i think) the woman says (this is the womans boot wall) no raise of tone at the end of the sentence to show it to be a question.. i continue to sort the shoes. Then the husband asks me, do you have a lightweight womans shoe like these? and gestures towards the womens lightweight trainers. This is the selection we've got on sale at the moment i say. "oh" says the woman "because there's nothing saying this is the womans section and we asked about 6 times!" a sharpness of tone is noted. I nod accepting what she says and leave before i pick up the bench and hit her in the face.
She more queried her husband than me the ONE time she mentioned it and more important than her not asking 6 times is the fact it says WOMENS on the wall infront of her.
Example B) I'm working downstairs sorting out jackets and just generally tidying up the place a bit.
A man walks in and glances at the hats, he walks over a few metres to where im standing and this is what he says.
"Whats the percentage of cotton in these hats" he gestures towards 5 or so different hats.
"I'm not entirely sure.." i say as he cuts in ...
"So you dont work here then?"
"Yes i work here.." i reply.
"So whats the percentage of cotton in the hats?"
"I'm couldnt say we (could check the label of the hat your interested in if you really want to know)" the words in brackets i would of added if he hadnt interupted me again to say...
"So you dont work here.. i want to talk to someone who works here"
I start to speak again and he adds..
"I'd rather talk to someone who works here"
Ok then, i'll just get my supervisor.
Hows about we look at the labels?
"Well you obviously dont know what your talking about"
He promptly leaves annoyed at how stupid i come accross by not knowing the percentage of fabrics in every item in the store off by heart.
Example c) Its late in the afternoon and im tired. There is a 2 man tent on display in our store on the 2nd floor, it has entrances on both sides. A couple, 40ish are pottering (wandering) around and pass by the tent as i'm pricing up some items.
"oh i could tell you alot of selling points for this tent" the lady says looking at me.
"Really?" i say in my best attempt at someone who gives a shit.
"Oh yes, we were camping a few years ago, and if either of us needed the toilet or fresh air at night we'd have to climb over the other to get out of the tent
"Yeah that can be quite a nuscence" i add.
"Oh yes it can, because you have to climb over the other person when their sleeping" The husband nods in agreement.
"Its a definate bonus this tent having a way out on both sides" i agree, the husband nods.
"Yeah our last tent had that trouble, like if it was dark and you had to scramble across the other person and you couldnt see properly" the husband nods some more in agreement.
I nod foolishly by this point having stopped what i'm doing to pretend to listen, what a horrible looking couple has already crossed my mind at several points during this conversation, yes.. im a bastard.
"We've got about 5 tents so wherever we're going we say, oh lets take this one.. haha or no how about this one" the husband chuckles a little
I keep nodding.
"But yeah this 2 entrances is a really good idea, because when its the middle of the night and you want to get out.." my supervisor Dave is walking over at this point to catch most of this.
"Oh yes" he says "i was on a little camping trip with my girlfriend once and it was very annoying having to crawl over at night to get out" he obviously thinks theres a sale on here, how wrong he is.
"Yeah thats a really good selling point for this tent"
I've been looking around the shop for someone to serve for a while, now desperation is starting to creep in. I'm too tired to run, she'll probably just catch up with me to talk about tents some more.
"We're always saying we wish we had another way out of the tent sometimes instead of crawling over the other person" the husband is smiling nodding. In a completely unexpected turn of events rather than like me seriously considering ramming a walking stick down her throat he seems to be enjoying the conversation.
I see a man looking at some boots on the wall. Holy shit here's my chance, i've seen someone to serve. I waste no time, they've got Dave in their trap and i'm away.
Thankfully once i've finished helping the guy out they've apparently dissapeared to go trouble someone else.
So after enjoying the wonderment that is working a saturday with a hangover and a sunday whilst tired we get to monday and i've got a day off.
If the weathers nice a friend of mine has suggested going for a walk or something. I'm not fussed, whatever she wants to do, i dont really have any ideas i'm just glad to be off work for a day.
Some people are shit, here's some reasons why.
- they slag you off to your family whilst you arent around about things you said to them in confidence which a few months down the line make no sense and they elaborate on times 100.
- you text them to suggest bowling on a thursday after work. They dont reply.
- They text you on a saturday suggesting bowling after work. you reply saying sure why not bowlings fun.
"i finish at 6.15pm, how about you come get me?" i text.
"sounds good" they say.
at 5ish i ring up to check on that arrangement, "pick you up? no i could never of done that even if i'd wanted to".. ok... i think i thought that was fairly clear what i was asking but sometimes texts can be misinterpreted, fair enough.
"i'll come pick you up at 9 and we'll go bowling" he says. "ok i've gotta go i'm at work but i'll see you then" i reply.
So i get home, have some dinner and i'm ready for 9, feeling quite tired but it'll be nice to go bowling, i'm taking my camera i may even make a journal about it.
9.45pm i dont want to text sounding annoyed so i keep it brief. "its nearly an hour after you said you'd be here so i'm guessing bowlings off" i say. No reply. At all. Ever. Great.
The mood of this journals a bit annoyed/frustrated but to be honest i'm in a pretty good mood. Sometimes its just nice to complain somewhere. Here is like complaining but to no one involved, alot more hassle free.
Walking should be nice, i hope the weathers good, i may take my camera with me.
Take care you beautiful people, hopefully tomorrow my journal will be full of lovely sunny pictures of my countryside xx
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So I take it you haven't confronted the Sparkatron about his strange behaviour.
I say 'Confront!' and 'Duel!'
Speaking of duels. Scott Pilgrim 2 is the acest.