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...I'm gonna come over there and wrap the cord around your scrawny neck and pull on it til your head pops!
I hate the jewelry counter. (Like I haven't mentioned that a thousand times before.) One of these days I'm really gonna lose it and will probably also lose my job. I thought today was that day.
I was covering the jewelry diva's break and had an elderly lady and another older lady (her caregiver, I summised) at the counter looking for a wind-up watch. We don't sell wind-up watches and "No, I don't know who, if anyone, sells wind-up watches."
(Dumb question: Just because I work at a retail store why should I know what every other freaking store carries? Hmmmmmmm?)
Anyway, once I was finally able to make them understand that we don't have any wind-up watches, they decided on one of our new-fangled, battery operated timepieces. So, I take the watch out of the glass case and the elderly lady tries it on.
It fits! Oh glory be!
She's happy, her cargiver is happy and I'm happy 'cause now I can ring it up and get the hell away from the jewelry counter.
Not so fast!
It seems the elderly lady has very little money and needs to know what the final cost, including tax, will be. The watch was on sale for 35% off so I did a price check on the register to get the sub total then grabbed a pen and paper to figure the tax.
That's when it happened!
"WHERE'S THAT OTHER LADY?"
I look up from my math problem to see this asswipe standing on the opposite side of the counter hollering at me.
Asswipe: "WHERE IS SHE?"
Me: "I'm helping another customer right now. I'll be with you in a minute."
Asswipe: "WELL. WHERE IS SHE?"
Me: "I'm in the middle of something here. It will be a minute."
Asswipe: "SHE SOLD ME THIS WATCH AND THE BATTERY IS DEAD."
Me: At this point I have re-started figuring the tax 3 times already and can't believe this POS is still hollering at me. I ignore him.
Asswipe: "SHE TOLD ME THIS WAS A TOP-NOTCH WATCH."
Me: (Seething in anger...another death glare)
I finally get the total for the watch, including tax and tell the elderly lady. She decided she wanted the watch so I turn back to the register to ring up her purchase. All this time, that POS was talking. He just wouldn't shut up. I tried to ignore him to keep my mind on what I was doing but it was getting more and more difficult as I was getting more and more angry.
Then, my phone rings. And guess who it was?
That POS picked up the red customer service phone on his side of the jewelry counter and then has the audacity to tell me to smile.
I swear to God, I wanted to choke the life out of him.
I hate the jewelry counter. (Like I haven't mentioned that a thousand times before.) One of these days I'm really gonna lose it and will probably also lose my job. I thought today was that day.
I was covering the jewelry diva's break and had an elderly lady and another older lady (her caregiver, I summised) at the counter looking for a wind-up watch. We don't sell wind-up watches and "No, I don't know who, if anyone, sells wind-up watches."
(Dumb question: Just because I work at a retail store why should I know what every other freaking store carries? Hmmmmmmm?)
Anyway, once I was finally able to make them understand that we don't have any wind-up watches, they decided on one of our new-fangled, battery operated timepieces. So, I take the watch out of the glass case and the elderly lady tries it on.
It fits! Oh glory be!
She's happy, her cargiver is happy and I'm happy 'cause now I can ring it up and get the hell away from the jewelry counter.
Not so fast!
It seems the elderly lady has very little money and needs to know what the final cost, including tax, will be. The watch was on sale for 35% off so I did a price check on the register to get the sub total then grabbed a pen and paper to figure the tax.
That's when it happened!
"WHERE'S THAT OTHER LADY?"
I look up from my math problem to see this asswipe standing on the opposite side of the counter hollering at me.
Asswipe: "WHERE IS SHE?"
Me: "I'm helping another customer right now. I'll be with you in a minute."
Asswipe: "WELL. WHERE IS SHE?"
Me: "I'm in the middle of something here. It will be a minute."
Asswipe: "SHE SOLD ME THIS WATCH AND THE BATTERY IS DEAD."
Me: At this point I have re-started figuring the tax 3 times already and can't believe this POS is still hollering at me. I ignore him.
Asswipe: "SHE TOLD ME THIS WAS A TOP-NOTCH WATCH."
Me: (Seething in anger...another death glare)
I finally get the total for the watch, including tax and tell the elderly lady. She decided she wanted the watch so I turn back to the register to ring up her purchase. All this time, that POS was talking. He just wouldn't shut up. I tried to ignore him to keep my mind on what I was doing but it was getting more and more difficult as I was getting more and more angry.
Then, my phone rings. And guess who it was?
That POS picked up the red customer service phone on his side of the jewelry counter and then has the audacity to tell me to smile.
I swear to God, I wanted to choke the life out of him.
(neener)
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