retail may not be the best job for me...
I've been working retail for almost two years now... and while I've known for awhile that I'm not much of a people person, it hasn't been too bad, other than a few upsets here and there.
But today? Today I just wanted to punch someone.
First off: It's NASCAR weekend, and we're right up the highway from the race track, so we get all the drunk post-race rednecks, and the annoying OMGHURRYUPTHERACEISGONNASTARTSOOOOOOOON pre-race jerks. Bad weekend to begin with.
But then... it just got worse from there.
We had a celebrity guy in today signing autographs and stuff, which would've been cool, except for the amount of entitled-ness he showed. He had a two-hour slot from 11-1 to sign autographs. TWO HOURS. That's it. ...And he needed a break 45 minutes in. SERIOUSLY? I stand in one place at the register for longer than that pretty much every day. Ugh. Plus he was set up right inside the doors, which is the worst possible place because it's usually heavily congested anyway, without all his fangirls.
And then it didn't help when I was ringing up a jerky customer. He was paying with a credit card, and it's company policy to check IDs if the card isn't signed on the back. His wasn't, so I asked for his ID. He hands it over, I checked it, all pretty standard.
But the way my mind works, I see the names as more like mental pictures - like if the ID and the card have the same letters in the same order and it looks the same, then it matches, but half the time I honestly don't even know what the name is. Sounds weird, I know, but that's how my mind works. Well, the guy obviously thought I didn't do a good job of checking his ID, so he takes his license back and covers up his name on the card and asks me what his name is. I pause, cause I honestly hadn't paid any attention to the actual name, just that it used the letters E, R and Y. So I guess "Jeremy". His name was "Terry". Okay, what's the big deal? So I mention that my mind kinda works funny, and that's when he becomes an asshole.
His response? "Women don't have minds."
....WHAT? I just... WTF? When is that ever acceptable?
I hate people. I didn't say another word to him for the rest of the transaction. I'm sorry, but that's just rude and disrespectful and UGH.
I wanted to come over the counter and slap him silly. He would've deserved it.
...On a happier note: I'm working on hatching Feebas eggs on HG. I'm way more excited about this than I should be. xD
But today? Today I just wanted to punch someone.
First off: It's NASCAR weekend, and we're right up the highway from the race track, so we get all the drunk post-race rednecks, and the annoying OMGHURRYUPTHERACEISGONNASTARTSOOOOOOOON pre-race jerks. Bad weekend to begin with.
But then... it just got worse from there.
We had a celebrity guy in today signing autographs and stuff, which would've been cool, except for the amount of entitled-ness he showed. He had a two-hour slot from 11-1 to sign autographs. TWO HOURS. That's it. ...And he needed a break 45 minutes in. SERIOUSLY? I stand in one place at the register for longer than that pretty much every day. Ugh. Plus he was set up right inside the doors, which is the worst possible place because it's usually heavily congested anyway, without all his fangirls.
And then it didn't help when I was ringing up a jerky customer. He was paying with a credit card, and it's company policy to check IDs if the card isn't signed on the back. His wasn't, so I asked for his ID. He hands it over, I checked it, all pretty standard.
But the way my mind works, I see the names as more like mental pictures - like if the ID and the card have the same letters in the same order and it looks the same, then it matches, but half the time I honestly don't even know what the name is. Sounds weird, I know, but that's how my mind works. Well, the guy obviously thought I didn't do a good job of checking his ID, so he takes his license back and covers up his name on the card and asks me what his name is. I pause, cause I honestly hadn't paid any attention to the actual name, just that it used the letters E, R and Y. So I guess "Jeremy". His name was "Terry". Okay, what's the big deal? So I mention that my mind kinda works funny, and that's when he becomes an asshole.
His response? "Women don't have minds."
....WHAT? I just... WTF? When is that ever acceptable?
I hate people. I didn't say another word to him for the rest of the transaction. I'm sorry, but that's just rude and disrespectful and UGH.
I wanted to come over the counter and slap him silly. He would've deserved it.
...On a happier note: I'm working on hatching Feebas eggs on HG. I'm way more excited about this than I should be. xD