12 Hour Sales are F-ing BRUTAL
So there's this boss in this mission I've been working through in Guild Wars called Josso, and Josso has this priest. Now, if you take down the enemy's priest, they usually fall pretty quickly. But this bastard is unkillable. You damage him, he heals, he damages you, you heal, rinse and repeat. No matter what I throw at this guy it never seems like I'm making even a teeny tiny dent.
That's what the clothes were like yesterday. Now matter how many I put away, there were always MORE.
I don't think you're understanding.
Two full fitting room bars (5 feet long), and FOUR double-barred rolling racks (slightly longer, to levels to them) ABSOLUTELY FULL OF CLOTHES. And that's not counting what customers threw all over the racks/rounders and the FUCKING PILES they left in the fitting rooms.
IF I EVER FIND OUT THAT ANY OF MY FRIENDS ACT LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC, I WILL BEAT THEM. I'm sorry, but it's terribly rude. I know we don't have a fitting room attendant (although on days like yesterday we really SHOULD!) but that fact doesn't give you permission to act like a pissy three-year-old and throw your shit everywhere. Actually, if they didn't buy it it's still OUR shit, so they shouldn't be tossing it on the floor anyway!
I reeeeeeeally strained my arm carrying those stupid clothes around yesterday. My fault for taking more than I should at a time, but it was kind of necessary. Shirley totally fucked us on scheduling. Poor Freida was ALONE in the department for TWO HOURS. At night it was JUST ME. A few people came over to help, but I was the only one besides Denise (manager) who knew where things go. At about 9:40 (now remember we closed at 9) Denise said "Screw it" and we left those 4 rolling racks there, piled with clothes. Someone else can put them away this morning. We were/are hurting.
So. That was my super-fun Saturday night. Thank god I'm off today.
And adorable mini Gwen icon is adorable. ^_^
That's what the clothes were like yesterday. Now matter how many I put away, there were always MORE.
I don't think you're understanding.
Two full fitting room bars (5 feet long), and FOUR double-barred rolling racks (slightly longer, to levels to them) ABSOLUTELY FULL OF CLOTHES. And that's not counting what customers threw all over the racks/rounders and the FUCKING PILES they left in the fitting rooms.
IF I EVER FIND OUT THAT ANY OF MY FRIENDS ACT LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC, I WILL BEAT THEM. I'm sorry, but it's terribly rude. I know we don't have a fitting room attendant (although on days like yesterday we really SHOULD!) but that fact doesn't give you permission to act like a pissy three-year-old and throw your shit everywhere. Actually, if they didn't buy it it's still OUR shit, so they shouldn't be tossing it on the floor anyway!
I reeeeeeeally strained my arm carrying those stupid clothes around yesterday. My fault for taking more than I should at a time, but it was kind of necessary. Shirley totally fucked us on scheduling. Poor Freida was ALONE in the department for TWO HOURS. At night it was JUST ME. A few people came over to help, but I was the only one besides Denise (manager) who knew where things go. At about 9:40 (now remember we closed at 9) Denise said "Screw it" and we left those 4 rolling racks there, piled with clothes. Someone else can put them away this morning. We were/are hurting.
So. That was my super-fun Saturday night. Thank god I'm off today.
And adorable mini Gwen icon is adorable. ^_^