Just...how sucky can five hours and 45 minutes be?
Came into work at 7 and the suck started, say, 8:15. Somebody paged me over to furniture to help a customer decide if one of our sofa beds, the largest one we carry, natch, would fit in her minivan.
I told her it would probably be too wide. "Oh, I'm not concerned about width," and off she goes to buy a bungee cord to tie down the van hatch.
I get called to do the carryout, I get the sofa bed out there and hell's bells, it's too wide to fit in the back. Don't you wish you listened to me? I sure do.
Coming back inside to have the customer fill out a holding form and the phone at the service desk rings for about the 16,834th time since we opened. Some lady was calling to find out if we had a certain camera in stock, and nobody was answering. So she kept hanging up and calling back. There was nobody in electronics available to help her, the one salesfloor person was on a different call with someone who turned out to be a needy pain in the ass, even the two stock people were taking outside calls. So I had to run back and check for the lady, 30 minutes after her first call to the store.
If we ignore the customer, maybe they'll go away.
Seriously, management needs to pull their heads out of their asses and start scheduling somebody for electronics at 8 am every day.
Then, later on, continuing to count furniture in the backroom...doo do do...shit, somebody's mashed the call button in electronics and I'm being paged over there again! A woman wanted an MP3 player which we did not have in stock, but she checked the online store and it said we did.
So I had to send her up to the service desk for a raincheck.
Still later, I made the mistake of passing electronics again, and got dragged over to the TVs by some woman wanting to know the difference between four different 40-inch flatscreen TVs other than price. So naturally I start to talk up the most expensive one, and get cut off. "Oh no, you're just saying that to get me to buy the most expensive one!"
Wow, really? You're a bright one. Why would I sell you a $750 TV when I can sell you a $600 TV instead?
I offer to call over the person working in electronics, who has a more finely-honed wealth of product knowledge, and she refuses. "I waited long enough for somebody to come over, you're not going to hand me off to somebody else." Okay, fine. Then you get to listen to my spiel for the most expensive TV, capeche? By the way, you smell like old people. Go smell like old people someplace else.
And still later, I answer the call box for seasonal, and deal with a brood of cackling old hens wanting to know why one of our Christmas light has bulbs in six colors (red, green, blue, amber, white and purple) pictured on the label, but the sets of lights themselves do not have the purple bulbs. I try to explain to them that perhaps the manufacturer made a mistake with a picture. So naturally they make me open up every single set of those lights until they can find one with purple bulbs. Incredibly, this proves unsuccessful.
Why, oh why must people obsess over such stupid shit at the holidays? Just kick back, bake some cookies, have some eggnog. Preferably spiked heavily with Xanax.
And five minutes before I leave for the day, I'm paged again. Oh please, let it be a bullet with my name on it. Instead, it's the floor person asking me to fill some stuff she'd pulled, but she got called up to the registers for backup cashiering and wasn't sure she'd get to it before she had to leave.
Never anything I want. Shit.
In two days it's going to be the first Wednesday of the month and I'm going to be working all day. Please burn something in effigy for me.
Came into work at 7 and the suck started, say, 8:15. Somebody paged me over to furniture to help a customer decide if one of our sofa beds, the largest one we carry, natch, would fit in her minivan.
I told her it would probably be too wide. "Oh, I'm not concerned about width," and off she goes to buy a bungee cord to tie down the van hatch.
I get called to do the carryout, I get the sofa bed out there and hell's bells, it's too wide to fit in the back. Don't you wish you listened to me? I sure do.

Coming back inside to have the customer fill out a holding form and the phone at the service desk rings for about the 16,834th time since we opened. Some lady was calling to find out if we had a certain camera in stock, and nobody was answering. So she kept hanging up and calling back. There was nobody in electronics available to help her, the one salesfloor person was on a different call with someone who turned out to be a needy pain in the ass, even the two stock people were taking outside calls. So I had to run back and check for the lady, 30 minutes after her first call to the store.
If we ignore the customer, maybe they'll go away.

Then, later on, continuing to count furniture in the backroom...doo do do...shit, somebody's mashed the call button in electronics and I'm being paged over there again! A woman wanted an MP3 player which we did not have in stock, but she checked the online store and it said we did.

Still later, I made the mistake of passing electronics again, and got dragged over to the TVs by some woman wanting to know the difference between four different 40-inch flatscreen TVs other than price. So naturally I start to talk up the most expensive one, and get cut off. "Oh no, you're just saying that to get me to buy the most expensive one!"
Wow, really? You're a bright one. Why would I sell you a $750 TV when I can sell you a $600 TV instead?
I offer to call over the person working in electronics, who has a more finely-honed wealth of product knowledge, and she refuses. "I waited long enough for somebody to come over, you're not going to hand me off to somebody else." Okay, fine. Then you get to listen to my spiel for the most expensive TV, capeche? By the way, you smell like old people. Go smell like old people someplace else.
And still later, I answer the call box for seasonal, and deal with a brood of cackling old hens wanting to know why one of our Christmas light has bulbs in six colors (red, green, blue, amber, white and purple) pictured on the label, but the sets of lights themselves do not have the purple bulbs. I try to explain to them that perhaps the manufacturer made a mistake with a picture. So naturally they make me open up every single set of those lights until they can find one with purple bulbs. Incredibly, this proves unsuccessful.
Why, oh why must people obsess over such stupid shit at the holidays? Just kick back, bake some cookies, have some eggnog. Preferably spiked heavily with Xanax.
And five minutes before I leave for the day, I'm paged again. Oh please, let it be a bullet with my name on it. Instead, it's the floor person asking me to fill some stuff she'd pulled, but she got called up to the registers for backup cashiering and wasn't sure she'd get to it before she had to leave.
Never anything I want. Shit.

In two days it's going to be the first Wednesday of the month and I'm going to be working all day. Please burn something in effigy for me.
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