Today was uncomfortably hot, the AC was barely working and sweat was pouring off of me as I was working. Needless to say, I was not in the mood to put up with BS.
I had the closing shift, and as we got closer to closing time, we made the announcements. Surprise surprise, at ten minutes 'til, a customer comes up to the cutting counter with TWO carts full of fabric bolts!!!
First come the partial bolts, ones with less than three yards but not small enough to make remnants (less than one yard). She had me measure them out, then told me to give her the last yard for the remnant price. Each and every time. Like I don't know how to do my job.
Then come the cuts. She'd want 1 yard of this, 1.5 of that, 2.5 of the next. Not a big deal, business as usual. Until she says, "You should get your manager to do the cutting, she's much faster!"
I had to bite my tongue to keep from giving a reply I would've regretted.
Finally, at twenty minutes after closing, her order is done and she goes to the register where my manager is, and apparently took great pride in telling her what she told me. My manager, bless her, told her to never say such things about her employees again and next time come in earlier!
We ended up closing the store forty-five minutes after we were supposed to.
We were open eight hours today. Eight hours. Even though Sunday is the shortest day of the week, eight hours is still plenty of time to do your shopping. There is no reason she could not have come in the morning or early afternoon. If you have a large or complicated order, basic courtesy dictates that you do not wait until the last freaking minute!
I had the closing shift, and as we got closer to closing time, we made the announcements. Surprise surprise, at ten minutes 'til, a customer comes up to the cutting counter with TWO carts full of fabric bolts!!!

First come the partial bolts, ones with less than three yards but not small enough to make remnants (less than one yard). She had me measure them out, then told me to give her the last yard for the remnant price. Each and every time. Like I don't know how to do my job.
Then come the cuts. She'd want 1 yard of this, 1.5 of that, 2.5 of the next. Not a big deal, business as usual. Until she says, "You should get your manager to do the cutting, she's much faster!"


Finally, at twenty minutes after closing, her order is done and she goes to the register where my manager is, and apparently took great pride in telling her what she told me. My manager, bless her, told her to never say such things about her employees again and next time come in earlier!
We ended up closing the store forty-five minutes after we were supposed to.
We were open eight hours today. Eight hours. Even though Sunday is the shortest day of the week, eight hours is still plenty of time to do your shopping. There is no reason she could not have come in the morning or early afternoon. If you have a large or complicated order, basic courtesy dictates that you do not wait until the last freaking minute!

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