Friday01:13 Jan 22 2011
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Yep, there was a full moon recently. I could tell, if not from the calendar, by the upturn in bizarre stuff happening at work.
First, the ubiquitous bitchy lady. Doesn't every work place get one of these at least once a week? I don't know where this particular lady sprang from, but she walked in with a huge armload of clothes, plopped them on the counter, and stood back with a smirk. As she was a new customer, I got her name, address and phone number, and started to make her a claim ticket. "Tuesday afternoon good for you? 4 pm?" I asked, noting that several people were already in line behind her.
"Fine," she said, and as I went to put her clothes into a garment bag and hand her the claim slip, she said "And how much will all this be?"
Great. Just what you want, with people waiting. Usually, customers who have a whole pile of clothes just take the claim slip and go, but this broad wasn't budging, so I went to start sorting the clothes. She broke in "Wait a minute. I said I want to know how much this will be."
"Yes ma'am. I will get you a total in a minute. I have to sort it and count all the pieces first," I told her.
She smirked again. I wanted to slap her. So did two people behind her, who started rolling their eyes and sighing. "You mean you can't look at that (indicating the pile of clothes) and tell me how much it will be? You must not be a very good cleaner."
The lady behind her gasped. My blood pressure went up 30 points. "We are very good cleaners. The reason we are is because we take the time to check everything thoroughly," I told her. "To give you an accurate price, I need to check through these items and get a total. It will just take a minute."
"Oh no," she said snippily. "If you can't tell me how much it is NOW, then I will take my clothes and leave. You should know these things."
The guy two customers behind her spoke up. "What the fuck!" (It was a young guy). "How is she supposed to know what you got? She got x-ray vision? She needs to look through and count!"
"You shut your face. I am the customer. If she can't do her job properly then I will take my business elsewhere," she said to him.
My boss came up then. He went round the counter and stood right in front of the lady. "And WHO are YOU?" she said. "I am the owner," my boss told her. "And I have one question. Do YOU know how many garments you have? And how many of each item?"
She spluttered. "Well, no, but.."
My boss smiled. "I think you just want an excuse to cause problems. There will be none of that here. If you don't want to wait for my manager (he emphasized the word manager) to count the items and give you a claim slip, then, please leave." And he stood back and made a sweeping gesture with his arm toward the door. This was one of those customers who you know you aren't going to please no matter what you do, so we weren't too unhappy when she picked up her clothes and left. As she went out the door, the young male customer shouted at her "Fussy bitch!"
Phew. Okay, then we had a break before the second round. This time it wasn't a customer, it was my boss' daughters' boyfriend that caused the ruckus. It was my boss' birthday, and the seamstress and myself decided to make him his favorite for lunch, tacos, and a nice chocie cake. We brought all the taco fixings and set it up in the kitchen like a buffet, so everyone could make their own. (My boss' parents, who would have turned the kitchen upside down in 10 minutes, were visiting some relatives in Chicago so we were able to leave the kitchen door open as we set things up between customers.
My boss' eldest daughter and her big oaf of a boyfriend showed up at lunchtime. This dumbfuck plays on his school foot ball team, and he eats anything that isn't stapled down. I saw him put away a gallon of milk and four sandwiches in under ten minutes. And still want dessert. My boss' wife came also, bringing gifts for him to open, then customers needed our attention, so the kitchen went unnoticed for about 15 minutes.
We got done and started to herd everyone in for tacos, when I heard the seamstress scream "Oh you son of a bitch, come here and I will rip your ass right off!" Next thing I see is the boyfriend streaking out of the kitchen, both hands full of tacos and chocolate cake, the seamstress behind him holding a large spatula. Joey had gone in while we were otherwise occupied, and helped himself to about 5 tacos, spreading the fixings all over the table and onto the floor, tore off a hunk of cake (about a third of it) and drank most of a gallon of milk besides.
The seamstress chased him right outside into the freezing cold, shrieking at him "You fucking animal, eating all that food! It wasn't YOURS!!" she actually chased him out of the parking lot and he crossed the street. Everyone else was laughing, girlfriend was all distraught, and I was pissed that now people wouldn't get a couple tacos, since he'd eaten so damn many. The cake pan looked like mount Vesuvius had erupted in it.
Seamstress finally came in, panting. "Did you catch him?" I asked. "No, dammit, that fucker can run," she growled. "But," she added with a grin, "I made him run so hard he vomited."
That'll teach him to eat like a pig.
And so went my Friday. How was yours?
COMMENTS
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Requiem
01:20 Jan 22 2011
Ever realize someone ha a nifty tie only when you are strangling him with it?
=) My Friday.
xxKontradictionxx
01:22 Jan 22 2011
*chuckles*
Oh, man; I love your Stories, you should write a Book about them all.
RedQueen
07:53 Jan 23 2011
She's already suggesting that between herself and another *gasp* on here who has bad days at work. In my own defense, I at least am having a break from work, since it is our slow season and I only work about one night a week.
But ohmigod Patty.....good for the seamstress. Glad she made him puke up all that, but all your hard work *sigh*
I would start keeping a baseball bat behind the counter, so that when you get people in there like that bitch you can take a swing at them and shut them up long enough for you to do your job. what a BITCH
Wamphyri
00:52 Jan 24 2011
Tell you what good on your boss not enough people like that .
NLW
00:52 Jan 24 2011
Just reading this made me mad. Why do people have to be so rude? Glad he vomited, at least.