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Jeez, today was (as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
junebug would put it) exhaustipating. With one day's worth of notice we were informed that the 2nd highest mucky muck of B&N would be in the store on Wednesday. So, of course that means we all have to work like freaking maniacs, pretending that the store is always put so well together. Yeah, whatever. I left there wishing I could just crawl home.
And then there were the customers.
There was the guy who was parked in front of my terminal looking up "controversial artists" and another who approached it, only to get slapped down by me before he got his fingers onto the keyboard. There was the woman who wanted an Ignatius bible, but we couldn't remember how to spell Ignatius at first (I was called in as the spell checker, certain people will find this hysterical.) And the best of the worst, was the homeless guy who walked in, carrying a Coleman jug, tromped down the ramp to my terminal and picked up the receiver to make a call. He didn't ask me, or the two managers who were standing ten feet away from me, for permission. So, we had a small conversation.
Me: Do you work here?
Him: No.
Me: Are you working on something for the store (hey, he coulda been in construction!)
Him: No.
Me: Then you may not use my phone.
It's fuzzy after that, because I'm not usually so "in your face" with customers. But he wasn't a customer, he was one of the guys my predecessor warned me about.
And I'm hoping the word is out, with these guys. Don't fuck with the third floor. The woman up there is a bitch. Yep, that's me. *beams* ;)
junebug would put it) exhaustipating. With one day's worth of notice we were informed that the 2nd highest mucky muck of B&N would be in the store on Wednesday. So, of course that means we all have to work like freaking maniacs, pretending that the store is always put so well together. Yeah, whatever. I left there wishing I could just crawl home.And then there were the customers.
There was the guy who was parked in front of my terminal looking up "controversial artists" and another who approached it, only to get slapped down by me before he got his fingers onto the keyboard. There was the woman who wanted an Ignatius bible, but we couldn't remember how to spell Ignatius at first (I was called in as the spell checker, certain people will find this hysterical.) And the best of the worst, was the homeless guy who walked in, carrying a Coleman jug, tromped down the ramp to my terminal and picked up the receiver to make a call. He didn't ask me, or the two managers who were standing ten feet away from me, for permission. So, we had a small conversation.
Me: Do you work here?
Him: No.
Me: Are you working on something for the store (hey, he coulda been in construction!)
Him: No.
Me: Then you may not use my phone.
It's fuzzy after that, because I'm not usually so "in your face" with customers. But he wasn't a customer, he was one of the guys my predecessor warned me about.
And I'm hoping the word is out, with these guys. Don't fuck with the third floor. The woman up there is a bitch. Yep, that's me. *beams* ;)
