Fabric shop job's going well, but there have been a few SCs, which is par for the course in any job. Sadly, I don't have a good memory for dialogue, unlike Gravekeeper, Kisa and others, so I'm writing the best I can remember.
The first one yelled at me for five minutes straight about some problem with the website. I suggested multiple times that she contact corporate, but she ignored me and yelled at me for all the stuff wrong with the website. Right, like a nametag-wearing minimum wage employee is the website programmer for a major nationwide corporation headquartered over two thousand miles from her home. Yep, I'll get right on that.
Second SC dumped a heap of fabric on the cutting table, rattled off, "I want x yards of burlap, y" of the pink fabric, z" of the blue, another z" of the green and purple, q" of the red, π" of the orange, be right back!" As she was talking I took the burlap and noticed, oh wonderful, the edge is crooked. Burlap, being the utter pain in the ass it is, can't be placed on the cutting guide and cut straight, you have to snip the selvage, grab one strand, pull it out until there's a path you can cut through, then cut following the weave. It takes a long time, and burlap is nasty and itchy, can give you splinters and always leaves a mess on the table. So while I'm busy with the burlap, she zaps off to somewhere else in the store.
I look up, she's gone, I can't remember every measurement of every bolt she's heaped up on the table, not even the damned burlap. I can't see her from the cutting counter, nor am I about to hunt her down as there is a line of about six people waiting for their fabric to be cut, and my coworkers are already helping others. The next lady (NL) in line has only two fabrics, so I figure I'll cut hers while waiting for the first one to show up. She had an easy order, half a yard of one and a full yard of the other. As I'm finishing the second cut, the SC came back and started yelling, "I only went off to get some needles, but you didn't want to cut my fabric, so I'm leaving!"
NL: You stepped out of line!
SC left with her nose in the air.
Sadly, that is all too common an occurance. People dump their fabric on the table, expect us to remember each of a dozen different measurements, then go peruse the store and expect us to cut their stuff. I should ask my manager what to do when that happens, but really, either get your stuff together before you reach the cutting table or wait until you're done at the cutting table to get the rest. Frankly, if you can't stay in line, I say you don't deserve to be served!
The first one yelled at me for five minutes straight about some problem with the website. I suggested multiple times that she contact corporate, but she ignored me and yelled at me for all the stuff wrong with the website. Right, like a nametag-wearing minimum wage employee is the website programmer for a major nationwide corporation headquartered over two thousand miles from her home. Yep, I'll get right on that.

Second SC dumped a heap of fabric on the cutting table, rattled off, "I want x yards of burlap, y" of the pink fabric, z" of the blue, another z" of the green and purple, q" of the red, π" of the orange, be right back!" As she was talking I took the burlap and noticed, oh wonderful, the edge is crooked. Burlap, being the utter pain in the ass it is, can't be placed on the cutting guide and cut straight, you have to snip the selvage, grab one strand, pull it out until there's a path you can cut through, then cut following the weave. It takes a long time, and burlap is nasty and itchy, can give you splinters and always leaves a mess on the table. So while I'm busy with the burlap, she zaps off to somewhere else in the store.
I look up, she's gone, I can't remember every measurement of every bolt she's heaped up on the table, not even the damned burlap. I can't see her from the cutting counter, nor am I about to hunt her down as there is a line of about six people waiting for their fabric to be cut, and my coworkers are already helping others. The next lady (NL) in line has only two fabrics, so I figure I'll cut hers while waiting for the first one to show up. She had an easy order, half a yard of one and a full yard of the other. As I'm finishing the second cut, the SC came back and started yelling, "I only went off to get some needles, but you didn't want to cut my fabric, so I'm leaving!"
NL: You stepped out of line!
SC left with her nose in the air.
Sadly, that is all too common an occurance. People dump their fabric on the table, expect us to remember each of a dozen different measurements, then go peruse the store and expect us to cut their stuff. I should ask my manager what to do when that happens, but really, either get your stuff together before you reach the cutting table or wait until you're done at the cutting table to get the rest. Frankly, if you can't stay in line, I say you don't deserve to be served!
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