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Aug. 3rd, 2008 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday I had drama at work and as such I feel the need to blog it. I'm fun like that.
Actually, the whole thing started yesterday. A very... odd woman came in. By 'odd' I mean 'in her late sixties, limp and greasy hair and no teeth'. Now, this in itself is so exactly unusual, but she was bearing a dress we don't sell with a tiny little fault in it. With no receipt, I might add, she was demanding her money back and got really very shirty when we, not unreasonably, questioned this. In the end, Assistant Manager returned the money and she left, and we hoped that was the end of it.
Today, however, I was on the shop floor by myself and quite busy, naturally. She came in, and I added her to my list of 'things to look out for'; I keep an eye on all customers to see if they need help, are up to anything, heading towards the till, that sort of thing. I noticed her looking at a lot of the (very expensive) jumpers, and then she took some to the 'blind spot' at the back of the store and then into the fitting room. When she came out, I saw that there were less.
I proceeded to leave the customer I was serving, stuck my head through the staff door, and bellowed for Assistant Manager, then quietly told him what was going on. As I continued serving my increasingly bemused customers (I was ignoring them and nosying at what was going on) Assistant Manager confronted her. She got angry - possibly understandably if I'm wrong - when he asked if 'all those jumpers' were okay, when she was only putting one back out. She then stormed out of the shop and didn't look back once, which is apparently a bad sign.
So that was that. It was mildly interesting, although I found getting to send out an e-mail to all the Scottish store warning them about her was much more fun.
... I have nothing else to talk about but work. Hey ho.
Actually, the whole thing started yesterday. A very... odd woman came in. By 'odd' I mean 'in her late sixties, limp and greasy hair and no teeth'. Now, this in itself is so exactly unusual, but she was bearing a dress we don't sell with a tiny little fault in it. With no receipt, I might add, she was demanding her money back and got really very shirty when we, not unreasonably, questioned this. In the end, Assistant Manager returned the money and she left, and we hoped that was the end of it.
Today, however, I was on the shop floor by myself and quite busy, naturally. She came in, and I added her to my list of 'things to look out for'; I keep an eye on all customers to see if they need help, are up to anything, heading towards the till, that sort of thing. I noticed her looking at a lot of the (very expensive) jumpers, and then she took some to the 'blind spot' at the back of the store and then into the fitting room. When she came out, I saw that there were less.
I proceeded to leave the customer I was serving, stuck my head through the staff door, and bellowed for Assistant Manager, then quietly told him what was going on. As I continued serving my increasingly bemused customers (I was ignoring them and nosying at what was going on) Assistant Manager confronted her. She got angry - possibly understandably if I'm wrong - when he asked if 'all those jumpers' were okay, when she was only putting one back out. She then stormed out of the shop and didn't look back once, which is apparently a bad sign.
So that was that. It was mildly interesting, although I found getting to send out an e-mail to all the Scottish store warning them about her was much more fun.
... I have nothing else to talk about but work. Hey ho.
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Date: 2008-08-03 06:01 pm (UTC)and work. but then work is actually fun :)