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by Ashley Murphy
I'm just going to start off by saying this could get me into a heap of trouble, but regardless, I'm not a people person. Not by far. Crowds can send me into an anxiety fit from the underworld and rude, pushy, manner-less people can send me into a black-out rage that could temporarily put Hades out of a job. People irritate the daylights out of me. And so much more so during holiday shopping. I guess that's why it seems so unfitting for me to have taken a holiday retail job.
However, let me say, I love working with money. I don't mind running a register. It doesn't bother me to give advice and help those who politely ask for it. That's actually the best part of it that gets me through the sometimes 9 and 10 hour days standing on a retail floor. Those that wait patiently, understanding the tedious task of ringing up merchandise and taking off those pesky little sensors so everyone doesn't set the alarm off going out the door, or make a new fashion statement with the security item; these people I don't mind. Those who have a question they want answered, but wait quietly over to the side until you're finished or they take their place in line so as to have your undivided attention when it's their turn; these people I can handle. It's the "others" that make my blood boil.
I had an older lady this past weekend, right after the Black Friday madness, so impatient she decided she had to make it known. A customer had just come up with 5 items. Yes, I said only 5. I started the transaction as the older lady came around the side of my sales stand, looked at me, looked at the other customer, looked at the clothes and burst out, "I just want the price! Now I'm going to have to wait an hour!" She then stormed off asking, I'm assuming herself, where all the competent people were.
Clearly, she wasn't one of them.
I understand things have to be done and stuff needs to be bought, but if you're that self indulged and that rude, do the world a favor and stay buried in your little shrew hole until you can have a little respect for those who have to put up with you and your attitude.
And more often than not, I get people telling me to deal with it, because that's what I get paid to do. Yes, I do get paid to help people. I get paid to take their money. I get paid to take over and restock items the customers don't want. There are a lot of things I get paid to do, and I don't mind it. Most of the time, I quite enjoy it. But in my opinion, I don't get paid to be a janitor. I don't get paid to be a maid. And I definitely don't get paid be a verbal punching bag to those who think they are better than myself, and anyone else within a 50 mile radius. But, be warned, I don't take rudeness very well and reserve my personal right to be just as rude in return!
Then, there are times I walk into dressing room stalls with clothes flung in places I didn't think were possible to fling things to! Hangars a disaster on the ground with mixes of clothing turned inside out. There are times I have gone in there and there have been heaps piled 2 foot high from lazy people, who I expect believe they have a personal maid who follows their every step. There are times dirty socks, dirty underwear and even dirty pads and tampons that show up in these rooms. Yes, you read correctly. It's called a fitting room, people, take your nastiness elsewhere, like say, a bathroom! It just amazes me how people can be so inconsiderate and disgusting. It just makes me wonder what some of these people's homes look like!
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