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I was shopping for interview clothes yesterday, and after I got myself a lovely skirt-suit from Marks and Spencer, I went to Dorothy Perkins and got myself a blood-red blouse to go with. After trying it all on together I took it over to the counter to pay (where I also saw some job vacancies to apply for yaaay).
Anyway, as the girl is ringing up my blouse she asks me if I'd like to sign up for this points system where you can collect stamps with a purchase and then get money off. Virgin Records back in the day used to do this, and nowadays I have a Tesco Clubcard, a Superdrug points card, a Debenhams Beauty Points card (rarely used XD), a Gamestation points card and even a Hot Topic points card (also rarely used, as I live in the UK :P). I am all for free points cards...the information you give them can be quite minimal and nearly all of those cards (except the Debenhams one) has given me a saving at some point. So I said "sure, why not".
I need to point out here, that she actually showed me the thing in which you collect your stamps- a little paper-card (not plastic card) thing folded in two, with little boxes printed in. She's already given me one stamp in one box. She did not say ANYTHING about a store card nor did she appear to be holding one. She asked me to move over with her to the next checkout, where she said she needed me to listen to this one phone call quickly.
I thought this was odd, but obliged. I was put on the line and the automated voice said (while mentioning nothing about a store card once again) that I should have been given a booklet to read first, and to press 1 if I had, or 2 if I hadn't. Alarm bells now ringing, I press 2, and it disconnects, which i tell the cashier. She says she can give me the information booklet and then says "Can I just see your debit card, the one you were paying with?"
It was in my hand- I had actually already inserted it into the Chip and Pin reader before we moved, so thinking that it was just for the process of the transaction, passed it over. Then she whipped out a form and started taking the details off it.
This wasn't happening.
Me: "Excuse me, but, why do you need that information?"
Cashier: "Oh well, you see, because its a store card-"
And there, those fateful words were finally uttered, after she was halfway through writing my card number.
So I interrupted and said sorry, but I didn't realise it was a store card, I said I thought it was going to be more like my Waterstones or Superdrug card and that I didn't want a store card. I said sorry for the misunderstanding (as I had just handed her my CV and I didn't want her to get annoyed and just bin it!), paid for my blouse and went on my way.
But in all honesty, I think that was very naughty! She did not mention anything about a store card, and only told me why she wanted that information when I realised she was copying it down. Once again, also quite sneaky as I was actually making a purchase at this point and had my card out ready. I wouldn't just whip it out for no reason!
I was telling Bear about this and he told me that being stalked by retail companies is becoming more common in the US:
Bonus Story! Farting in Radio Shack!
He said that the local Radioshack really started to get on his nerves as anytime he went in there, even to get the smallest thing, they would pester him for as much personal infomation as possible- address, phone numbers etc. They weren't offering customers to sign up to something, just taking this stuff down by not explaining why. Bear always refused to say anything, but on the last occasion he got rather annoyed by their badgering behaviour.
He was literally buying a pack of batteries and they were bugging him for all his personal details.
So he outright said "What, you stalking me or something?"
To which the cashier said "Oh no, man, we're just gonna sign you up so you can get all this stuff."
Bear: "But I don't want it."
Cashier: "But you'll get all this cool free stuff in the mail and stuff-"
*rinse and repeat- Bear does not want, Cashier wants desperately to give.
Bear: "Dude, I'm buying batteries! You do not need my details for batteries!"
Bear finally buys his batteries without relinquishing any details...but being an evil, beary Bear, he pauses at the door, lifts one leg and, in his own words "farted as loudly and smellylily as I could" and said "Suffer!" before quickly closing it, trapping the death cloud inside, with the hapless Cashier...
Bonus Suck The Second: Loss of all Tact (Self Sighting)
This was not worth a post of its own. But you know, many of you have mentioned the "do you work here" stories on numerous occasions. Up until now, it has only ever happened to me when I'm in a Claire's Accessories...thats because I dress Goth and Claire's has a relaxed dress code (the manager of one locally has pink dreads). Doesn't bother me there.
But apparently, being out of work for about a month and a half has had a detrimental affect on my ability to be tactful and polite towards strangers.
Either that, or Good Friday shopping just turns you into a prick, which is also likely.
Why were we shopping In Asda on Good Friday? Good question, I had forgotten for a bit. But unlike the majority of the idiots we had the pleasure of bumping into on Friday afternoon, my dad and I have a Mummy who has been bed-bound for days. Won't go into too much details, but having a fibroid can be very painful and the drugs knock her out, so she wasn't able to shop during the week. So we decided to go, right when people panic because a bank holiday weekend is approaching and little is open on Easter Sunday.
I was looking for interview clothes then as well, and I went into George's fitting rooms to try on some trousers. I was queuing up, wearing a black pair of jeans, New Rock boots, a black hoody with kitty ears on the hood and an evil kitty pathc on the breast, and black and pink evil bunny bag. And a lady comes up to me and asks:
"Do you work here?"
And I knew that I ought to be rearranging my face into the "customer service" face I have worn so long, I knew I ought to assume a polite voice, and instead I said:
"Pfft! Does it really look like it?"
To which, she hung her head slightly and said "No, not really," quietly.
To which I thought I ought to say something to be polite, but I think I just made things worse with; "I'm sorry, but it was just such a silly question!"
*face desk*
I suck XD
Anyway, as the girl is ringing up my blouse she asks me if I'd like to sign up for this points system where you can collect stamps with a purchase and then get money off. Virgin Records back in the day used to do this, and nowadays I have a Tesco Clubcard, a Superdrug points card, a Debenhams Beauty Points card (rarely used XD), a Gamestation points card and even a Hot Topic points card (also rarely used, as I live in the UK :P). I am all for free points cards...the information you give them can be quite minimal and nearly all of those cards (except the Debenhams one) has given me a saving at some point. So I said "sure, why not".
I need to point out here, that she actually showed me the thing in which you collect your stamps- a little paper-card (not plastic card) thing folded in two, with little boxes printed in. She's already given me one stamp in one box. She did not say ANYTHING about a store card nor did she appear to be holding one. She asked me to move over with her to the next checkout, where she said she needed me to listen to this one phone call quickly.
I thought this was odd, but obliged. I was put on the line and the automated voice said (while mentioning nothing about a store card once again) that I should have been given a booklet to read first, and to press 1 if I had, or 2 if I hadn't. Alarm bells now ringing, I press 2, and it disconnects, which i tell the cashier. She says she can give me the information booklet and then says "Can I just see your debit card, the one you were paying with?"
It was in my hand- I had actually already inserted it into the Chip and Pin reader before we moved, so thinking that it was just for the process of the transaction, passed it over. Then she whipped out a form and started taking the details off it.
This wasn't happening.
Me: "Excuse me, but, why do you need that information?"
Cashier: "Oh well, you see, because its a store card-"
And there, those fateful words were finally uttered, after she was halfway through writing my card number.
So I interrupted and said sorry, but I didn't realise it was a store card, I said I thought it was going to be more like my Waterstones or Superdrug card and that I didn't want a store card. I said sorry for the misunderstanding (as I had just handed her my CV and I didn't want her to get annoyed and just bin it!), paid for my blouse and went on my way.
But in all honesty, I think that was very naughty! She did not mention anything about a store card, and only told me why she wanted that information when I realised she was copying it down. Once again, also quite sneaky as I was actually making a purchase at this point and had my card out ready. I wouldn't just whip it out for no reason!
I was telling Bear about this and he told me that being stalked by retail companies is becoming more common in the US:
Bonus Story! Farting in Radio Shack!
He said that the local Radioshack really started to get on his nerves as anytime he went in there, even to get the smallest thing, they would pester him for as much personal infomation as possible- address, phone numbers etc. They weren't offering customers to sign up to something, just taking this stuff down by not explaining why. Bear always refused to say anything, but on the last occasion he got rather annoyed by their badgering behaviour.
He was literally buying a pack of batteries and they were bugging him for all his personal details.
So he outright said "What, you stalking me or something?"
To which the cashier said "Oh no, man, we're just gonna sign you up so you can get all this stuff."
Bear: "But I don't want it."
Cashier: "But you'll get all this cool free stuff in the mail and stuff-"
*rinse and repeat- Bear does not want, Cashier wants desperately to give.
Bear: "Dude, I'm buying batteries! You do not need my details for batteries!"
Bear finally buys his batteries without relinquishing any details...but being an evil, beary Bear, he pauses at the door, lifts one leg and, in his own words "farted as loudly and smellylily as I could" and said "Suffer!" before quickly closing it, trapping the death cloud inside, with the hapless Cashier...
Bonus Suck The Second: Loss of all Tact (Self Sighting)
This was not worth a post of its own. But you know, many of you have mentioned the "do you work here" stories on numerous occasions. Up until now, it has only ever happened to me when I'm in a Claire's Accessories...thats because I dress Goth and Claire's has a relaxed dress code (the manager of one locally has pink dreads). Doesn't bother me there.
But apparently, being out of work for about a month and a half has had a detrimental affect on my ability to be tactful and polite towards strangers.
Either that, or Good Friday shopping just turns you into a prick, which is also likely.
Why were we shopping In Asda on Good Friday? Good question, I had forgotten for a bit. But unlike the majority of the idiots we had the pleasure of bumping into on Friday afternoon, my dad and I have a Mummy who has been bed-bound for days. Won't go into too much details, but having a fibroid can be very painful and the drugs knock her out, so she wasn't able to shop during the week. So we decided to go, right when people panic because a bank holiday weekend is approaching and little is open on Easter Sunday.
I was looking for interview clothes then as well, and I went into George's fitting rooms to try on some trousers. I was queuing up, wearing a black pair of jeans, New Rock boots, a black hoody with kitty ears on the hood and an evil kitty pathc on the breast, and black and pink evil bunny bag. And a lady comes up to me and asks:
"Do you work here?"
And I knew that I ought to be rearranging my face into the "customer service" face I have worn so long, I knew I ought to assume a polite voice, and instead I said:
"Pfft! Does it really look like it?"
To which, she hung her head slightly and said "No, not really," quietly.
To which I thought I ought to say something to be polite, but I think I just made things worse with; "I'm sorry, but it was just such a silly question!"
*face desk*
I suck XD
destroying both. If Radio Shack really wanted to send junk mail to any "customers" at those addresses, more power to them 
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