Friday, 22 July 2011

2 out of 2 and some personal space...

It doesn't seem possible on the same day that two people could do the same thing.

However they did.

A very nice lady decided to follow me around the counter as I served her.
 Harmless you may think, but when you move to fetch a tissue and suddenly they are right there, all up in your personal space, it is a bit disconcerting. You move to the drawer for their items, they are right behind you. But oh, one of the items is over the other side of the counter. You trot over to get it. They follow as closely as possible. So you have to bend to the bottom drawer and whoohoo! they have moved even closer.
At this point you have two choices, leap over the fragrance counter in front of you with the athleticism of Red Rum. Or, swing round thrusting the item forcefully at them. Mild harassment over, we are off to the till.

The very nice lady not only followed me to the till but right behind the counter, over to the bag drawer and back to the business part of the till utterly unfazed.

Thinking that this was as weird as it got I left for lunch, only to return an hour later to discover Miss Marple and a family of four in the same place. Mum, two kids and Dad all in a line behind the till!

People please!

You have a place - IN FRONT OF THE TILL.

Our space, your space. We like our space, so stay in yours.
 The last thing I want is to bend down for a foundation and find a family of five trying to use my tights with me!

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Some people.....

So, it's Sunday and things are going fine, slow, but fine. And then the phone rings. Who could it be? Who could wish to speak to us on a Sunday? What delightful things do they want to know?

I will tell you, it was some bloody woman whose phone kept breaking up, so much so that I could hardly hear her. When I said,
'I'm sorry your phone is breaking up, I can't hear you properly.'
'Yo......shhh....aaarkk....'
'No I didn't catch that madam.'
'Haa.....my...and...'
'Pardon? I'm sorry maybe you should call back , this is a very bad line.'
Then loud and clear down the line came one sentence.
'Well, you will just have to listen carefully then, won't you.'

Yes, my finger did twitch over the reciever. Yes, I did think, 'fuck you you arrogant cow', but you know what I did, I sucked it up and replied,

'Of course I will listen carefully, that is my job, to listen attentively to your needs madam.What else can I do for you?'
She wanted me to check what colour face powder she would need.
Now how in the name of Barbara Daly am I supposed to do that, over a phone, on a bad line with the customer presumably hurtling down the motorway and she didn't even know what colour her foundation was?
On a daily basis customers point at orange lipsticks and say,
'Oh I love that pink,'

So Madam was told that she would be a mid-tone. She never thanked me.

Rude and stupid!