Rant post. You've been warned.
What-ho all,
Nothing much going on, tragically. I've been discussing with Dr. K just how terribly dull my life is, lol. Nothing interesting really happens, nothing out of the ordinary...Not boring (though I spend much of my time being bored, lol), just dull.
Work was awful yesterday. Actually, yesterday was awful, I just happened to be at work for the most part.
It all began yesterday morning when I got on the train with a cookie in hand (I heart vending machines) and was asked by some, rather large and creepy man (who I think catches my bus) whether or not eating said cookie will make me fat. Hm. He then proceeded to laugh and say something along the lines of "it'll go straight to your hips, won't it?". I told him that it wasn't really any of his fucking business, but he should know where the fat winds up because it looks like he's eaten a cookie or two in his lifetime. And then I called him a jerk and switched carriages.
Then I got to work and Alan was there - the director (or dragon/dinosaur, depending on which staff members you ask) - and he told me to get a cloth and pointed out each end every dusty-ass place in the whole shop and told me to dust them. Aye aye. Would have been good if he directed some of his bile at Colin too, who wasn't doing anything at that particular time (and was, in fact (as usual), doing much less than I was). Unfortunately, most of the places he made me deal with were low to the ground which put me in a nasty pain place for the rest of the day due to the bad knee.
Oh, then some woman came in and I helped her with a vacuum cleaner. She said she wouldn't really need to use it often or whatever because of her parquetry flooring, but she's getting a vacuum for her new couch (who the hell does that?). Anyway, we made small talk about how hard it is to find bags for the older style vacuums and about how nice parquetry flooring is and I enquired as to whether or not she had any pets (use the vacuum more that way, etc etc). Anyway, she left with a $99 vacuum and all was right with the world.
I was called into the office by Alan (surprise) and given an earful because the woman called and said that she wanted the vacuum cleaner that was on sale, not the one that I sold her (not the one she bought, rather) because she'd seldom use it or whatever. And then she proceeded to bitch about me and that I wasn't into helping her and that I looked like I was bored or something. I explained to Alan that she mentioned nothing about wanting the vacuum cleaner that was on sale - she just saw that particular model (we do have one on sale, if you were wondering) and so that's the one we got to talking about. And when was getting a customer to pay more an issue?! Then he gave me all this shit about how because I'm in retail I should act a particular way and be pleasant and nice and cheery and all of this stuff when he walks around looking like the sourest bastard out. Because he IS the sourest bastard out. Cunt (apologies).
The thing I don't get, right, is I chatted to her - see above paragraphs - and we made small talk, as you do with customers, and I informed her about that model vac (1600 watts, bagless, larger wheels for easier handling - the same as the one on sale, incidentally - etc) and she walked out with a product she was happy with and the register contained $99 more than it did previously. Where the hell is the problem?!
Oh, I don't even know anymore.
Anyway. Got some interesting notes over Easter (forgot to mention) regarding my essay. My godmother helped me with my essay question when she and my aunt came over for Easter lunch. It helps that she's the head of the English department at a high school, lol. So, I feel better about it, but the due date's not as far off as I'd like it to be, so I'd better get cracking. Turns out that my interpretation of the question was correct, too, so that's awesome. Next I'm going to hunt out the poetry techniques in the portion of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner that I'm looking at, and do some more work on how that bit falls into the rest of the text. Then I have to write the damned essay, lol.
Ah. I feel better for having vented. I'm sorry if it all gets a little intense, lol, but yesterday was awful and today went back to normal. Not much more to say, really.
Toodle-pip!!
P.S. Don't mind the Wodehousian greetings, I've been reading my Jeeves Omnibus that I got for Easter. Loving every minute of it.
Nothing much going on, tragically. I've been discussing with Dr. K just how terribly dull my life is, lol. Nothing interesting really happens, nothing out of the ordinary...Not boring (though I spend much of my time being bored, lol), just dull.
Work was awful yesterday. Actually, yesterday was awful, I just happened to be at work for the most part.
It all began yesterday morning when I got on the train with a cookie in hand (I heart vending machines) and was asked by some, rather large and creepy man (who I think catches my bus) whether or not eating said cookie will make me fat. Hm. He then proceeded to laugh and say something along the lines of "it'll go straight to your hips, won't it?". I told him that it wasn't really any of his fucking business, but he should know where the fat winds up because it looks like he's eaten a cookie or two in his lifetime. And then I called him a jerk and switched carriages.
Then I got to work and Alan was there - the director (or dragon/dinosaur, depending on which staff members you ask) - and he told me to get a cloth and pointed out each end every dusty-ass place in the whole shop and told me to dust them. Aye aye. Would have been good if he directed some of his bile at Colin too, who wasn't doing anything at that particular time (and was, in fact (as usual), doing much less than I was). Unfortunately, most of the places he made me deal with were low to the ground which put me in a nasty pain place for the rest of the day due to the bad knee.
Oh, then some woman came in and I helped her with a vacuum cleaner. She said she wouldn't really need to use it often or whatever because of her parquetry flooring, but she's getting a vacuum for her new couch (who the hell does that?). Anyway, we made small talk about how hard it is to find bags for the older style vacuums and about how nice parquetry flooring is and I enquired as to whether or not she had any pets (use the vacuum more that way, etc etc). Anyway, she left with a $99 vacuum and all was right with the world.
I was called into the office by Alan (surprise) and given an earful because the woman called and said that she wanted the vacuum cleaner that was on sale, not the one that I sold her (not the one she bought, rather) because she'd seldom use it or whatever. And then she proceeded to bitch about me and that I wasn't into helping her and that I looked like I was bored or something. I explained to Alan that she mentioned nothing about wanting the vacuum cleaner that was on sale - she just saw that particular model (we do have one on sale, if you were wondering) and so that's the one we got to talking about. And when was getting a customer to pay more an issue?! Then he gave me all this shit about how because I'm in retail I should act a particular way and be pleasant and nice and cheery and all of this stuff when he walks around looking like the sourest bastard out. Because he IS the sourest bastard out. Cunt (apologies).
The thing I don't get, right, is I chatted to her - see above paragraphs - and we made small talk, as you do with customers, and I informed her about that model vac (1600 watts, bagless, larger wheels for easier handling - the same as the one on sale, incidentally - etc) and she walked out with a product she was happy with and the register contained $99 more than it did previously. Where the hell is the problem?!
Oh, I don't even know anymore.
Anyway. Got some interesting notes over Easter (forgot to mention) regarding my essay. My godmother helped me with my essay question when she and my aunt came over for Easter lunch. It helps that she's the head of the English department at a high school, lol. So, I feel better about it, but the due date's not as far off as I'd like it to be, so I'd better get cracking. Turns out that my interpretation of the question was correct, too, so that's awesome. Next I'm going to hunt out the poetry techniques in the portion of The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner that I'm looking at, and do some more work on how that bit falls into the rest of the text. Then I have to write the damned essay, lol.
Ah. I feel better for having vented. I'm sorry if it all gets a little intense, lol, but yesterday was awful and today went back to normal. Not much more to say, really.
Toodle-pip!!
P.S. Don't mind the Wodehousian greetings, I've been reading my Jeeves Omnibus that I got for Easter. Loving every minute of it.