Work

Moments in retail.

I chased someone down two days ago who I believed to be stealing two box sets. Fortunately the theft did not occur and the customer left unaware that he was a suspect. It's all good. He walked in the store commenting about the amount of theft we must have in the store. He asks to be let into the box sets. I become his personal shopper for the next ten minutes, I hate this especially when i was supposed to be off work ten minutes before. He takes to box sets and excuses me. I head back towards the back but see him leaving right after me. I then follow him as he makes a quick exit, praying for our system to beep as he walks out. No beep, I rush back to the area with a co-worker in search of the box sets. We found them. No harm, no foul.

I got caught practicing some dance drills yesterday. The customer gave me a funny look, I didn't realize I had been caught. I wasn't doing anything overly obvious. Then he walks up to my boss and says, "It must be something about the music, you are bopping over here and she is dancing over there behind the counter." Busted. Oh well.

I really love nice customers. I wrapped some presents for a guy a few days ago. He was astounded at the fact that I would not take a tip and didn't want him to talk to my manager at what a good employee I was. I love nice customers. I helped an older couple find some books and cds and talked the to older gentleman about his movie collection. He then proceeded to come back to me and offer me some candy he was carrying. I love it when old men do this. I never eat it, its always wrapped, but it is just such a nice, old man gesture.

After selling at least twenty adult magazine's yesterday, I have figured out the proper etiquette for buying a magazine. If buying only one, fold it in half so as not to make it obvious. If willing to buy more than one magazine, sandwich it between a sports and a car magazine. A guy brought a magazine up to me to buy using the sandwich method, I always do my best to put the magazine on top to create a certain amount of shame. A 70ish woman was standing off to my left. Saw the magazine and said, "nice" in a wonderfully flat, judgemental, sarcastic tone and walked away. I started laughing and the guy felt more shame than I could have ever created for him.