You're out on the floor doing whatever kind of work, and a customer comes up behind you and just stands there, waiting for you to turn around?
I know this has been posted before, but this has been happening to me so much lately, I think it's time to revive it.
The other day, I was on top of a very tall ladder so I can get some paint down. I was probably not more than 10 feet away from the paint desk, where three other coworkers were. So I'm up there, grumbling to myself. I'm facing the main exit doors (the and I am perhaps 15 feet up. I hear a very little *cough cough* and just glance down from the corner of my eye. I see an oldish-man standing almost at the foot of the ladder just waiting for me to acknowledge him.
So I keep working. The guy wasn't being an SC, but why bother the one guy working, 15 feet in the air, when there are 3 other people not more than 3 steps away in full view? He finally says "Excuse me!" and I look down. "Can you help me? I need some paint mixed." I reply: "Sir, I'm kinda tied up at the moment. If you go up to the paint desk, there are 3 other people that can help you with that."
He would have to go to the paint desk anyway to get his paint made up.
I've also been getting this lately: I'll be working alone, as usual (damn schedule makers), being very busy making paint for about 6 customers all wanting 10+ gallons of paint each. I'll be slaving away when someone will come up to me and ask "Do you work in the paint department?" No, I like wearing a Lowe's hat, this stylish red Lowe's vest covered in paint splatters and mixing paint in my free time. I'm actually a high-price lawyer and come in on the weekends so I can devote more time to my hobby, mixing paint.
I know this has been posted before, but this has been happening to me so much lately, I think it's time to revive it.
The other day, I was on top of a very tall ladder so I can get some paint down. I was probably not more than 10 feet away from the paint desk, where three other coworkers were. So I'm up there, grumbling to myself. I'm facing the main exit doors (the and I am perhaps 15 feet up. I hear a very little *cough cough* and just glance down from the corner of my eye. I see an oldish-man standing almost at the foot of the ladder just waiting for me to acknowledge him.
So I keep working. The guy wasn't being an SC, but why bother the one guy working, 15 feet in the air, when there are 3 other people not more than 3 steps away in full view? He finally says "Excuse me!" and I look down. "Can you help me? I need some paint mixed." I reply: "Sir, I'm kinda tied up at the moment. If you go up to the paint desk, there are 3 other people that can help you with that."
He would have to go to the paint desk anyway to get his paint made up.
I've also been getting this lately: I'll be working alone, as usual (damn schedule makers), being very busy making paint for about 6 customers all wanting 10+ gallons of paint each. I'll be slaving away when someone will come up to me and ask "Do you work in the paint department?" No, I like wearing a Lowe's hat, this stylish red Lowe's vest covered in paint splatters and mixing paint in my free time. I'm actually a high-price lawyer and come in on the weekends so I can devote more time to my hobby, mixing paint.
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