Let's have a work story.
Maaaaaaan, it's been nearly two months since I last posted. I'm doing that thing again.
Although that said it's not like much has happened, so whatever.
Luminary continues to amuse me. We often get tourists in fresh from various cruise ships, and you can tell the ones who aren't used to New Zealand's quaint, capricious ways. I think it can take a while to understand Wellington and its eccentricities (and by eccentricities I mostly mean major failings when compared to the rest of the world). When the floor vibrated in Luminary the other day (as it is wont to do of occasion, for no discernible reason), I was asked by a suddenly worried-looking woman if it was an underground train. I was like, love, this is Wellington. We barely have overground trains.
I also got asked by a woman to try on a hat today. It's not uncommon, it's usually someone buying a present, but this time she looks at me for a while, shakes her head and mutters, 'No... No, that probably wouldn't fit me then, would it?'
But, but, but. There are mirrors. For the looking into while you try things on. To see if it fits you. Why get the shop assistant to do it instead? I don't even. And similar.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and, despite much repining to the contrary, I like working in retail. But sometimes... people happen. They happen in ways that make me cry a little inside.
Um, that's all you get. I hope you enjoyed our brief encounter.
Although that said it's not like much has happened, so whatever.
Luminary continues to amuse me. We often get tourists in fresh from various cruise ships, and you can tell the ones who aren't used to New Zealand's quaint, capricious ways. I think it can take a while to understand Wellington and its eccentricities (and by eccentricities I mostly mean major failings when compared to the rest of the world). When the floor vibrated in Luminary the other day (as it is wont to do of occasion, for no discernible reason), I was asked by a suddenly worried-looking woman if it was an underground train. I was like, love, this is Wellington. We barely have overground trains.
I also got asked by a woman to try on a hat today. It's not uncommon, it's usually someone buying a present, but this time she looks at me for a while, shakes her head and mutters, 'No... No, that probably wouldn't fit me then, would it?'
But, but, but. There are mirrors. For the looking into while you try things on. To see if it fits you. Why get the shop assistant to do it instead? I don't even. And similar.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and, despite much repining to the contrary, I like working in retail. But sometimes... people happen. They happen in ways that make me cry a little inside.
Um, that's all you get. I hope you enjoyed our brief encounter.