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Hello All! Back again with tales from what I consider the soul-sucking fifth level of Hades - The Fitting Room! *cue spooky music*
So, yesterday, Friday - I had a mid-day shift which sucks because my job is to sell, Friday is one of our peak days and when I'm at Fitting Room, I'm not allowed to sell. All of the hundreds of hours that my company has invested in training me and my own personal educating on the products we sell is for naught. I get to stand there, count the number of items a customer takes into fitting room and clean up their mess when they're done because...
Suck Number One - Because there *is* a fitting room attendant, most customers don't even ATTEMPT to rehang the product they just tried on. Time after time, customers take in their items - thank goodness we can limit them to six (which is the next suck) - come out a short time later and leave clothes literally turned inside out on the floor in a pile. And speaking of which, why exactly does someone turn 3 pairs of jeans inside out???
Suck Number Two - Yes, we have a limit of six items. No, a two piece swim suit doesn't count as one, it counts as two. No amount of huffing or rolling of eyes will change that. I promise, it won't kill you.
Suck Number Three - The Fitting Room is NOT a phone booth. I had one woman who as soon as the door shut behind her, I heard a cell phone go off. She spent the next 40 MINUTES gaily chatting with someone about her work, her home, her weekend plans. All for me to listen to because these fitting rooms are flimsier than balsa wood. So good of you to share your mother's health issues for everyone at the fitting room. I needed to know that much about IBS. Yech...
Suck Number Four - No, I will NOT be responsible for your children. I had a lady try to leave a TODDLER (guessing 2-3 year old CUTE little girl) outside the fitting room she went into. It's not like you're going to be cramped in there - our fitting rooms are generous enough for a customer and one of those giant megalo double kiddie strollers. Getting snippy with me and telling me, 'It will only be a moment...' doesn't change my request for you to take your daughter in with you. See also, suck number three - because I know that while you're in there, you'll get an IMPORTANT phone call you must take...
And finally, the capper of the shift...
SUCK NUMBER FOUR - or 'Dude, you seriously tried to scam me???'
A young man (guessing about 16-17 years old) comes up and tells me he wants to try on *two* pairs of shorts. Or, more specifically, he walks up and grunts 'unnnhhhh... two...' at me. My procedure is to take the items from the customer, physically COUNT them, get the item number tag and then put them in the room. Young man has his hand wrapped around the tops of these two hangers and doesn't want to seem to hand them to me. I smile and say, 'I need to count these (already my 'spidey-sense' is tingling). He begrudingly lets go and I pull apart the two hangers, when, shocker-of-shockers, another pair of shorts falls OUT from inside one of the pairs of shorts (these were the big, billowy 'basketball' style.
We both look at the shorts (sans hanger) that have fallen on the floor and I smile, look at this little punk dead in the eye and say, 'So, THREE then?' as I pick up the formerly hidden third pair of shorts. I know the game is up, he knows the game is up - but he forges forward and enters the fitting room.
Only to exit point 5 seconds later, mumbling that they didn't fit - there is no WAY he actually tried them on - and beat feet quite quickly toward the door. I call my manager and get security on his sticky-fingers, but he actually had some sort of brain (or at least a flight response) and got out of Dodge.
Best part, he was wearing a school/team t-shirt with his LAST NAME on the back - obviously part of the large contingent of folks we have in town for State Baseball Tournament. So his school's going to get a little call from mall management about how their athletes are acting when they're in town...
At least there's a little karma involved. Stay tuned for more Tales from The Fitting Room....*exit dramatic music*
So, yesterday, Friday - I had a mid-day shift which sucks because my job is to sell, Friday is one of our peak days and when I'm at Fitting Room, I'm not allowed to sell. All of the hundreds of hours that my company has invested in training me and my own personal educating on the products we sell is for naught. I get to stand there, count the number of items a customer takes into fitting room and clean up their mess when they're done because...
Suck Number One - Because there *is* a fitting room attendant, most customers don't even ATTEMPT to rehang the product they just tried on. Time after time, customers take in their items - thank goodness we can limit them to six (which is the next suck) - come out a short time later and leave clothes literally turned inside out on the floor in a pile. And speaking of which, why exactly does someone turn 3 pairs of jeans inside out???
Suck Number Two - Yes, we have a limit of six items. No, a two piece swim suit doesn't count as one, it counts as two. No amount of huffing or rolling of eyes will change that. I promise, it won't kill you.
Suck Number Three - The Fitting Room is NOT a phone booth. I had one woman who as soon as the door shut behind her, I heard a cell phone go off. She spent the next 40 MINUTES gaily chatting with someone about her work, her home, her weekend plans. All for me to listen to because these fitting rooms are flimsier than balsa wood. So good of you to share your mother's health issues for everyone at the fitting room. I needed to know that much about IBS. Yech...
Suck Number Four - No, I will NOT be responsible for your children. I had a lady try to leave a TODDLER (guessing 2-3 year old CUTE little girl) outside the fitting room she went into. It's not like you're going to be cramped in there - our fitting rooms are generous enough for a customer and one of those giant megalo double kiddie strollers. Getting snippy with me and telling me, 'It will only be a moment...' doesn't change my request for you to take your daughter in with you. See also, suck number three - because I know that while you're in there, you'll get an IMPORTANT phone call you must take...
And finally, the capper of the shift...
SUCK NUMBER FOUR - or 'Dude, you seriously tried to scam me???'
A young man (guessing about 16-17 years old) comes up and tells me he wants to try on *two* pairs of shorts. Or, more specifically, he walks up and grunts 'unnnhhhh... two...' at me. My procedure is to take the items from the customer, physically COUNT them, get the item number tag and then put them in the room. Young man has his hand wrapped around the tops of these two hangers and doesn't want to seem to hand them to me. I smile and say, 'I need to count these (already my 'spidey-sense' is tingling). He begrudingly lets go and I pull apart the two hangers, when, shocker-of-shockers, another pair of shorts falls OUT from inside one of the pairs of shorts (these were the big, billowy 'basketball' style.
We both look at the shorts (sans hanger) that have fallen on the floor and I smile, look at this little punk dead in the eye and say, 'So, THREE then?' as I pick up the formerly hidden third pair of shorts. I know the game is up, he knows the game is up - but he forges forward and enters the fitting room.Only to exit point 5 seconds later, mumbling that they didn't fit - there is no WAY he actually tried them on - and beat feet quite quickly toward the door. I call my manager and get security on his sticky-fingers, but he actually had some sort of brain (or at least a flight response) and got out of Dodge.
Best part, he was wearing a school/team t-shirt with his LAST NAME on the back - obviously part of the large contingent of folks we have in town for State Baseball Tournament. So his school's going to get a little call from mall management about how their athletes are acting when they're in town...
At least there's a little karma involved. Stay tuned for more Tales from The Fitting Room....*exit dramatic music*
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