I actually find helping customers to be a good use of my time, because it makes the time go so much faster.
Then again, I usually try to position myself to be most visible to customers when I have nothing else to do and have otherwise been bored out of my mind for an hour and have a couple of minutes to the end of my shift.
Though you do get the occasional... memorable one.
Like one dude who told me I should know where everything is in the 200,000 square foot store 3 months after I started working part-time, who was deeply upset I corrected myself after telling him something was not in the direction I initially told him it was. Obviously the better choice would be to let him walk to the other side of the store and not find what he was looking for.
Or when I hear “excuse me” and then hope I can get round the corner because I’m leaving but realize I don’t quite have enough speed to do it before the second, louder, more insistent “excuse me!” rings out, so I turn round to see a little old lady beckoning me over slowly with her finger, twice, as she turns and shouts at someone who has apparently gone too far to come back. I stayed standing where I was because fuck you lady, I’m a human being you don’t shout at me and then cheekily gesticulate for me to come to you because you can’t keep track of the people you’re shopping with.
Anyway, she asks for house numbers, bizarre considering she was in the pet section at the time. I take her and the other woman she was with over there and she’s like “I need [certain letters and numbers]” and I’m like, whatever man they’re all here. Then she’s like “what styles do they come in” and I can’t say “use your fucking eyes and look at them, maybe?” so I say “what you see here, ma’am” ‘cause I might be a cunt but I’m polite about it.
She looks at them and says to her other person “maybe we should get the black ones ‘cause they’ll show up better at night?” and again I can’t say “that is the most stupid thing I’ve heard for a long time” so I stay silent. Then she says “I can’t find the letters or numbers I’m looking for” so then I pick a package of them up and flip it over to read the back and say “this comes with [various letters and numbers, because why the fuck would they sell different letters and numbers in different packages idiot]” in the hope that maybe she’ll let me fucking leave and read the backs of things for the information she needs, because I sure as shit know nothing about these things off the top of my head.
Evidently she finds one she’s interested in and asks “how does this work do I peel it off and stick it on” and I read the back of the thing again and say “yes” and she’s all “oh I don’t want this one” and picks another one and says “how does this work do I peel it off and stick it on” and I look at the back of this one and say “yes, it’s made by the same company” and then she picks up another bag and I punch her in the face and leave ‘cause fuck this shit I’m going home. Or I tell her it’s the same as the other ones, something like that.
Then she’s like okay I don’t need your help anymore and I’m like you probably fucking do mate, but I’m not going to argue, which came out as “have a nice day” as I half jogged away.
*cough*
That may have gotten away from me.
My happy is watching Netflix. Also time is slowly ticking down to a week off from work and lots of video games.
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