Because I know you've all missed them...
Tales from the bookstore!
Tale 1: These people were in doing some ridiculously huge order, so they'd obtained a cart on which to put their books. This is fine, except that they clearly had no understanding of the concept of "out of the way." They left it randomly in the middle of my section, so I went to move it, which is when they explained to me what it was for. I said that was fine, but asked them to try and keep it as out of the way as possible. They ignored me, and insisted on hauling it around *everywhere* they went, so it ended up blocking aisles left, right and centre, and sitting in front of tables, and just generally being a huge nuisance. I was almost disappointed that it wasn't busier, so I'd have a really good excuse to tell them to get the fucking thing OUT OF THE WAY.
Tale 2: I missed the memo, but Thursday was apparently Leave Your Half Full Coffee Cups in Social Sciences Day. Seriously. I don't think I found a single empty one. All of them were at least half full. One of them had clearly *just* been abandoned, as it was completely full and hot, but there was no one around to claim it, so off it went.
Tale 3: I ask a guy if he needs any help finding anything, and he tells me he'd been looking at a book a while ago, but he couldn't remember anything about it. Nothing. Not any of the title, not the author, not what colour it was, not even what it was about. I left him to it, because really, I got nothing. Later, I guess he'd found it, because he was trying to put it away. Then I discovered he'd folded the corner to mark his place! Fuck, buddy. Do that to your own books, but not books that aren't yours. Jeez.
Tale 4: This morning, I and a co-worker were standing at the doors, waiting for someone inside to come let us in. This other chick comes into the little entryway place, and tries the set of doors in front of which we were not standing. Cuz we're just standing here for fun. Then she comes around behind us, and I swear, she looked annoyed by the fact that I was in the way, so she couldn't try that door too. Seriously, what the fuck?
Tale 5: A guy asks for a particular book, and the following conversation ensues:
Me: That's upstairs in Languages, which is just up the escalator and on your left, right behind the Travel books.
Him: Where's Languages?
Me: Upstairs, on your left behind Travel.
Him: Upstairs?
Me: Yes.
Him: Left?
Me: Yes.
Him: Behind Travel?
Me: Yes.
Then he left. Now, I'd like to think my directions were fairly straightforward. Am I wrong? Be honest, people. Were my directions so complicated thatthey required multiple clarifications?
Tale 1: These people were in doing some ridiculously huge order, so they'd obtained a cart on which to put their books. This is fine, except that they clearly had no understanding of the concept of "out of the way." They left it randomly in the middle of my section, so I went to move it, which is when they explained to me what it was for. I said that was fine, but asked them to try and keep it as out of the way as possible. They ignored me, and insisted on hauling it around *everywhere* they went, so it ended up blocking aisles left, right and centre, and sitting in front of tables, and just generally being a huge nuisance. I was almost disappointed that it wasn't busier, so I'd have a really good excuse to tell them to get the fucking thing OUT OF THE WAY.
Tale 2: I missed the memo, but Thursday was apparently Leave Your Half Full Coffee Cups in Social Sciences Day. Seriously. I don't think I found a single empty one. All of them were at least half full. One of them had clearly *just* been abandoned, as it was completely full and hot, but there was no one around to claim it, so off it went.
Tale 3: I ask a guy if he needs any help finding anything, and he tells me he'd been looking at a book a while ago, but he couldn't remember anything about it. Nothing. Not any of the title, not the author, not what colour it was, not even what it was about. I left him to it, because really, I got nothing. Later, I guess he'd found it, because he was trying to put it away. Then I discovered he'd folded the corner to mark his place! Fuck, buddy. Do that to your own books, but not books that aren't yours. Jeez.
Tale 4: This morning, I and a co-worker were standing at the doors, waiting for someone inside to come let us in. This other chick comes into the little entryway place, and tries the set of doors in front of which we were not standing. Cuz we're just standing here for fun. Then she comes around behind us, and I swear, she looked annoyed by the fact that I was in the way, so she couldn't try that door too. Seriously, what the fuck?
Tale 5: A guy asks for a particular book, and the following conversation ensues:
Me: That's upstairs in Languages, which is just up the escalator and on your left, right behind the Travel books.
Him: Where's Languages?
Me: Upstairs, on your left behind Travel.
Him: Upstairs?
Me: Yes.
Him: Left?
Me: Yes.
Him: Behind Travel?
Me: Yes.
Then he left. Now, I'd like to think my directions were fairly straightforward. Am I wrong? Be honest, people. Were my directions so complicated thatthey required multiple clarifications?