Women’s boxers
So tomorrow I have my first exam this semester and since I haven’t gone to class or even cracked the book open nor done any of the assignments, I decided today would be a great day to add a new entry to my journal for the first time in many months. My summer wasn’t too bad, I earned some money and found some really kool new friends at work while employed at Dillard’s. Notice how I didn’t say I “worked” at Dillard’s. I try to be as honest as possible in my entries. There are a few moments I think are worth sharing during my summer experience back at home in Dallas. Despite living with the parents the summer wasn’t a complete loss.
First, I’d like to say I have a new found appreciation for customers and the general public for the reason that once these interesting creatures enter a department store or any retail domain for that matter they suddenly loose all common sense, formal education and any form of logic. Just for a taste of what I mean, and I kid you not, I seriously on a regular basis faced customers with these questions:
Customer:
“Does this have a price?”
Helpful and Caring Sales Associate:
“No, it’s free lady. But I do have to charge you for the bag”. (Dillard’s really does charge you for the bags that don’t cut into your skin; they purposely make the free bags weak and painful to carry so you buy the nice bag)
Customer:
“Where are the restrooms?”
Me:
“Turn around and take 2 steps forward.”
Customer:
“Is this the men’s department?”
Me:
“No it’s the ladies department, they just didn’t have enough female manikins to display our women’s boxers and Ties. You see, you’re in the Tom boy section, the new seasonal clothes are the rugged manly look.”
Customer:
“Can I pay for this?”
Me:
“I don’t know, can you?”
Customer:
“I need help. My girlfriend just broke up with me.”
“Ummm. I have a nice yellow polo shirt that will brighten your day.”
(I then realized he wasn’t actually talking to me even though he looked right at me and walked up to me. When he turned to the side I noticed he had an ear piece and was actually on the phone. I saw at least 10 people a day at work talking to themselves and most of them were using a headset for their cell.)
I could go on and on but then I would sound like a bitter disgruntled associate. Another interesting occurrence happened to me over the summer, or rather my car which exploded, but that’s a whole other store for another entry.
First, I’d like to say I have a new found appreciation for customers and the general public for the reason that once these interesting creatures enter a department store or any retail domain for that matter they suddenly loose all common sense, formal education and any form of logic. Just for a taste of what I mean, and I kid you not, I seriously on a regular basis faced customers with these questions:
Customer:
“Does this have a price?”
Helpful and Caring Sales Associate:
“No, it’s free lady. But I do have to charge you for the bag”. (Dillard’s really does charge you for the bags that don’t cut into your skin; they purposely make the free bags weak and painful to carry so you buy the nice bag)
Customer:
“Where are the restrooms?”
Me:
“Turn around and take 2 steps forward.”
Customer:
“Is this the men’s department?”
Me:
“No it’s the ladies department, they just didn’t have enough female manikins to display our women’s boxers and Ties. You see, you’re in the Tom boy section, the new seasonal clothes are the rugged manly look.”
Customer:
“Can I pay for this?”
Me:
“I don’t know, can you?”
Customer:
“I need help. My girlfriend just broke up with me.”
“Ummm. I have a nice yellow polo shirt that will brighten your day.”
(I then realized he wasn’t actually talking to me even though he looked right at me and walked up to me. When he turned to the side I noticed he had an ear piece and was actually on the phone. I saw at least 10 people a day at work talking to themselves and most of them were using a headset for their cell.)
I could go on and on but then I would sound like a bitter disgruntled associate. Another interesting occurrence happened to me over the summer, or rather my car which exploded, but that’s a whole other store for another entry.