|Excuse me, do you work here?
||[Jun. 21st, 2005|11:24 pm]
はい はい、 さしぶりね につき。 ぼくは いそがしいでした。 ごめんえさい。
People are idiots. You wouldn't really know until you've worked customer service. I thought Tim Horton customers were bad, no they were just plain picky. Sales associate is a different story.
Hi, I'm Joel. I'm a sales associate. I serve dumb people. はじめまして。 どおぞ よろしく。 (o^_^o)
Some days aren't bad. I get the intelligent people. Rarely. Some days, I'm willing to hop on the floor, smile and greet every customer like a Walmart door greeter. Hey, how you doing, how's it going, you know. It gets tedious, and sometimes I don't care to remember the customer, so I get the casual "I'm still doing alright." That on my part is my bad. But I don't get paid enough to remember your face. Now, I'm willing to do come up to you smiling and ask how your doing in this certain department. Forgive me if I ask you twice, but don't give me a snappy attitude that you're "STILL" doing fine. Say it with a smile too ^_^ Dickwad. If we were paid a base pay, I'll be more than happy to sit in the back and price check every pair of bikini tops we got. I do get the "I'm fine thank you *smile*". Those aren't bad. it's just that they don't want my help is the problem.
The other customers are my favourite. I get the "Do you have that in size 9? Yeah? Good I'll take it." or "Do you got this? Cool, sold!" They mostly consist of filipino's. Straight and to the point. None of this "What's the difference between this one and that one." bs. Cause frankly, I'm gonna give you bs back.
Did we tell you we're sales associates? We don't give a shit as long as you buy from us.
でわ、 つぎ、 idiots.
I sold my fair shair of shoes. I thought the craziest question or request I'd be face would be "Are these running shoes." In all sense, that's a fair quesiton, if you're not gonna fucking read the sign below it. No no. Today, I stayed in the back price checking shoes. But a pair of customers came in looking at shoes. An asian woman, and a white guy. Great another couple consisting of an asian woman and man. Why God why, how does that work. Previously I was helping this other couple, cute azn girl, obnoxious rude white guy. Thanks for teasing me God. But this couple I didn't mind. She wasn't hot at all. In fact, it was one of those short haired ladies who worked at the Chinese Wok in the food court. Ewww. But since I know they're fast, I thought she'd be quick and to the point. No no. I was wrong. Hella wrong. She asked me for size 6, 6 1/2, and 7 in a pair of shoes. No biggie. I found all three luckily enough, I've been having shitluck finding sizes all day, and I brought it out. First thing was size 7. One shoe in the box, other shoe is the display.
"No no, I won't buy display shoe. I will never buy display shoe." she said in the typical fast Chinese accent. Fair enough, that's reasonably alright. I roll my eyes, and grab another 7. Coming out, she's gone through the other 2.
"No no, these shoes have been tried on by people. I want shoes that have not been tried on by people. Can you look?"
Wtf? Okay.. Shitloads of people come in everyday trying on shoes for shits and giggles. It's like once in a lifetime when there's not been a shoe that has been tried on. I knwo you want a new shoe, but does it make a difference if someone's sweaty cheddar cheeze foot has slid into it once?
I rolled my eyes. "No no, that's how we lace our shoes. We pull out the shoe and lace it that way, let it lose so it's easier for anyone to quickly try it on." heh..Nice one Joel. Score 1 for you.
"Can you take a look please? I will wait because my friend is looking for his shoe too."
Are you fucking kidding me? "Okay, I'll be back in a sec." I run in the back. I ain't looking in every fucking box for a unopened box. Hell no. So I climbed atop the shelves and sat there contemplating like Batman on which cashier of ours has the hottest ass. It probably looked like a scene from Batman.
I figured that the less bitchy one has the nicest one.
After 5 minutes of contemplating, I climb down and tell the lady "Nope, those are the only 6 and 6 1/2's we have"
Her friend had no problem trying one on pair of fucking shoes, walking in them for one sec and said "Yup, feels nice, I'll take em".
Dat's what pretty much sealed the deal, her friend was ready to go. She made a split second decision, and said she'll take the 6. If it doesn't fit her sister, she'll bring it back. I don't care, as long as you don't ask me to check if the're a unopened box in the back.
Two sales. $200 dollars made. 14% made off of that. Score 2 for Joel.
So far, 3 people have asked me if I worked here. 3 people were arguing amongst themselves. One pointed at me and said "Him! Ask him! He works here". I stumble into their way and ask if I can help them with anything. The lady looks at me and asks if I worked here. I look down at my Company shirt/uniform. "Uh..maybe..? *smile*"
I get the glare of doom, like literally the glare I used to get from Mrs.Aloisio in grade 3 when I said maybe to the question "Did you dump my sharpener in the garbage." She snaps "Do you want to help me or not?"
"Uh..n-noo..ok what are you looking for."
*sigh* Another guy asked me the same question. He was pretty old, so he'd have a sense of humor sure. He did. He laughed when he saw my uniform.
A business lady asked me if I worked here. Business..You should know things lady. We're the only oddly dressed people in store. I shouldn't say oddly, but you can separate the employees from customers easily as 1+1=3. She looked like she didn't want any bs today. Neither did I, and seeing from the first bitch, I didn't want her to snap at me with her neck talking to me.
Other things.. How people attempt to hang things up again. Hahaha, good try. But thanks for trying. Asshole. We have to clean up the store afterwards, and instead of us trying to find what pathetic attempt at hanging ur pants up, we're more than happy to hang them up ourselves after you try them on. Seriously..Do you hang ur shit up that way at home?..Horrible.
The good thing about the place is we close at 5:30. So the latest I'll work is 6:30. Leaving my nights open to anything.
It's just the people. I hate people. Working really opens your eyes on how people are idiots.
*sigh* I should sleep. Gotta be energetic to talk to customers tomorrow. おやすみなさい。。
Oh ya, if anyone could guess where I work, besides Brebbers/Jess/Kerol, go ahead. You'll get a free chek mark. hint it's スポーツチェク。