Yesterday saw the long awaited return of Sunday girl.
Oh, what jolly fun we would have, catching up, comparing notes on motherhood, maybe sneak some cake onto the counter........
However after three hours we were both wondering just why she had returned, leaving behind the sturdy warm bodied baby that makes life worth living, to put up with the utter arseholes that peopled our Sunday trading.
We had a woman almost collapse on the counter with mystery stomach pains straight away, customers that kept telling us that we had to be quick because they needed to be somewhere. A horrid little man who saw his arse because his daughter had to wait, then interrupted me with a customer and said,
'Get me this!'
Lost the sick customer when her husband went to get Pepto-Bismal. Dealt with phone calls from the usual dimwits who ring up every Sunday to ask exactly the same questions. Found the sick customer in the disabled toilets. Defended ourselves in the face of the complaint made by Horrid Little Man, who went to another floor to complain that we forcefully shoved his daughter away from the lip glosses .
Like we actually had time to assault somebody over a makeup counter and I don't even know when, 'Excuse me please, could I just get to those lipsticks...' has been the utter definition of 'forcefull shoving'.
With the complaints and returns from other counters, then constant demands and smacked-arsed-faces all round because we had products out of stock, I swear by five to five we were really considering our futures in retail with a jaundiced eye.
Welcome back!!!
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