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I've been working temp at F.Hinds the jewellers for the past month, and apart from the mouldy watch straps, the old lady with her hair crawling with nits that everyone hid from, writing 'BOLLOCKS!!' with cleaning solution on the 'non-tarnish silver' picture frames, our manager who loves to bitch at customers behind their backs and the sheer awesomeness of fingering all that glinty goodness, it's been problem-free.
Today was my last day!! It started off well, I found a £10 next to a bin on my way in
and it was just more cleaning for me. I generally get to serve towards the end of the day when there's no cleaning for me to do. Now here's how it works - you look in the window, see the thing you want, then go tell us and we'll get it for you. If it's over £100 or diamonds I can't sell it, but most other things, go for it.
So here we go. We were very busy, the 5 members of staff were all selling stuff and other people were waiting. I took a trio of...foreign...I think they were Indian or Pakistani, or at least some language that I can't understand in the slightest - pleasant enough, and eventually with some miming and showing I figured they wanted to look at the men's gold rings. OK, so I take out the pad and they have a nose.
The woman was looking for the biggest ring we had, and this at 3 cm long was it but it was too short!! She had a look at some others on the pad, asking questions I couldn't understand - I kept smiling and rattling off the nice points about said rings. Somewhere along the line I think she showed she had ##so much money to spend, showing me a fan of £20 notes. Then one of her two gentleman acquaintances wanted to see too, so I put the pad on the back counter and went to see what HE wanted, and fetched it.
On my way back Mr D (manager) mentioned to me that there was now a gap in that first pad. The price ticket was underneath it; a £50 gold ring had GONE.
Well, what do you expect when these people are flustering one so much? It's obvious there's a language barrier, we don't sell the rings thou wanteth, and bombarding me with foreign questions and waving cash at me is distracting me enough to take my eyes off the pad for a second.
On the third pad I had to show these three, they picked at the ones in the corners and I refused to look up this time - they sounded angry I wasn't looking at their faces - but oh noes!! There's another blank space. I seriously didn't see this ring being taken AT ALL!!! So I said: "Hey, can you put that BACK please!!!!" and the second man (they all looked at a pad in order) looked like he 'humphed' and pulled off a ring he wore that still had our tag on it!! Foiled, mate...but only one out of two.
Mr D filled out a form to send to Home Office, and I didn't know if he was upset with me or not - he's a hard man to read, and all my coworkers said they didn't envy me in my position. I don't want to sound horrible, but it seriously looked like these three were highly practiced in this kind of thing.
Today was my last day!! It started off well, I found a £10 next to a bin on my way in
and it was just more cleaning for me. I generally get to serve towards the end of the day when there's no cleaning for me to do. Now here's how it works - you look in the window, see the thing you want, then go tell us and we'll get it for you. If it's over £100 or diamonds I can't sell it, but most other things, go for it.So here we go. We were very busy, the 5 members of staff were all selling stuff and other people were waiting. I took a trio of...foreign...I think they were Indian or Pakistani, or at least some language that I can't understand in the slightest - pleasant enough, and eventually with some miming and showing I figured they wanted to look at the men's gold rings. OK, so I take out the pad and they have a nose.
The woman was looking for the biggest ring we had, and this at 3 cm long was it but it was too short!! She had a look at some others on the pad, asking questions I couldn't understand - I kept smiling and rattling off the nice points about said rings. Somewhere along the line I think she showed she had ##so much money to spend, showing me a fan of £20 notes. Then one of her two gentleman acquaintances wanted to see too, so I put the pad on the back counter and went to see what HE wanted, and fetched it.
On my way back Mr D (manager) mentioned to me that there was now a gap in that first pad. The price ticket was underneath it; a £50 gold ring had GONE.Well, what do you expect when these people are flustering one so much? It's obvious there's a language barrier, we don't sell the rings thou wanteth, and bombarding me with foreign questions and waving cash at me is distracting me enough to take my eyes off the pad for a second.
On the third pad I had to show these three, they picked at the ones in the corners and I refused to look up this time - they sounded angry I wasn't looking at their faces - but oh noes!! There's another blank space. I seriously didn't see this ring being taken AT ALL!!! So I said: "Hey, can you put that BACK please!!!!" and the second man (they all looked at a pad in order) looked like he 'humphed' and pulled off a ring he wore that still had our tag on it!! Foiled, mate...but only one out of two.Mr D filled out a form to send to Home Office, and I didn't know if he was upset with me or not - he's a hard man to read, and all my coworkers said they didn't envy me in my position. I don't want to sound horrible, but it seriously looked like these three were highly practiced in this kind of thing.
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