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amezriAm home. Worked was blah. Had dinner, now here I sit. Jaw hurts for some reason. Ow.
Everyone and their mother was in looking for books and calling about books. Yes, I know I'm not supposed to point (especially with secret shoppers, etc), but when the book is right behind her, I guess it's still wrong to say it's write behind you. I have to go all the way around my cubicle thing, have her follow me around (because customers do that) and back to the spot she was originally standing, then hand her the book she was standing two inches from. It's just irritating is all. And that is the first time I've done that because the book was right there and there were also like 5 other people waiting. Glargh. I always walk people over to the section (if only to get away from the desk) and I always hand them the book a) because it's rude to point and wave b) I am shite with directing people and c) I hate it when people do that to me because I don't know where they're pointing at. As for breaks, yes, I know I'm supposed to go exactly when it's assigned, but I can't very well just walk away from someone exactly at that time because ineedtogonow. When I'm the only on there and people are off and away and don't answer calls for assistance, I'm not going to let the 5 people standing there wait until someone shows up. All this talk about customer service and helping people, and I'm expected to just walk off the floor because it's time for me to go. "Sorry, can't help you because I have to go eat now." Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's the sick, hard working, dedicated whatever ingrained in me by my ethnicity. We do the job until it's done. Yeah, I understand we're really busy and you're short handed and, fuck, I'll not take my 15 and just do the job, okay? Of course, then I'm gonna be yelled at for not taking my 15. Whatever. I'll just walk off next time. Customers be damned. They all piss me off anyway. Fuck 'em.
Speaking of nasty customers, apparently some crazy white racist was harassing an ethnic customer (Indian or something.. I dunno, I didn't see her), saying she should go back to her country and why did she attack America. Then another customer comes over to help defend the woman and tells the guy that he doesn't have the right to say that stuff, especially in public. There was a big thing and the managers had to go and tell the guy to get out of the store. Funfun.
On the plus side, we sold 6 copies of Weapons of Mass Deception in about two hours and loads of people were asking for Michael Moore's Stupid White Men, which we're sold out of.
Yeah.. how much does that make me not want to go to work tomorrow?
One of the girls at work noticed my bone carving so we talked about NZ a little bit. She said it's much easier to get residency there if you're under 30. For some reason, it's nearly impossible for foreigners to gain residency after the age of 30. Huh. I shall definitly have to hustle. My cover letter is still not done -_-;; I am such a loser slacker.
I'm tired. I need to go to bed. But I'm waiting for mom to get out of the shower so I can change her bandages.
Everyone and their mother was in looking for books and calling about books. Yes, I know I'm not supposed to point (especially with secret shoppers, etc), but when the book is right behind her, I guess it's still wrong to say it's write behind you. I have to go all the way around my cubicle thing, have her follow me around (because customers do that) and back to the spot she was originally standing, then hand her the book she was standing two inches from. It's just irritating is all. And that is the first time I've done that because the book was right there and there were also like 5 other people waiting. Glargh. I always walk people over to the section (if only to get away from the desk) and I always hand them the book a) because it's rude to point and wave b) I am shite with directing people and c) I hate it when people do that to me because I don't know where they're pointing at. As for breaks, yes, I know I'm supposed to go exactly when it's assigned, but I can't very well just walk away from someone exactly at that time because ineedtogonow. When I'm the only on there and people are off and away and don't answer calls for assistance, I'm not going to let the 5 people standing there wait until someone shows up. All this talk about customer service and helping people, and I'm expected to just walk off the floor because it's time for me to go. "Sorry, can't help you because I have to go eat now." Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's the sick, hard working, dedicated whatever ingrained in me by my ethnicity. We do the job until it's done. Yeah, I understand we're really busy and you're short handed and, fuck, I'll not take my 15 and just do the job, okay? Of course, then I'm gonna be yelled at for not taking my 15. Whatever. I'll just walk off next time. Customers be damned. They all piss me off anyway. Fuck 'em.
Speaking of nasty customers, apparently some crazy white racist was harassing an ethnic customer (Indian or something.. I dunno, I didn't see her), saying she should go back to her country and why did she attack America. Then another customer comes over to help defend the woman and tells the guy that he doesn't have the right to say that stuff, especially in public. There was a big thing and the managers had to go and tell the guy to get out of the store. Funfun.
On the plus side, we sold 6 copies of Weapons of Mass Deception in about two hours and loads of people were asking for Michael Moore's Stupid White Men, which we're sold out of.
Yeah.. how much does that make me not want to go to work tomorrow?
One of the girls at work noticed my bone carving so we talked about NZ a little bit. She said it's much easier to get residency there if you're under 30. For some reason, it's nearly impossible for foreigners to gain residency after the age of 30. Huh. I shall definitly have to hustle. My cover letter is still not done -_-;; I am such a loser slacker.
I'm tired. I need to go to bed. But I'm waiting for mom to get out of the shower so I can change her bandages.
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Date: 2003-08-09 08:29 pm (UTC)now I just have to find it there.....
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Date: 2003-08-17 06:48 pm (UTC)Damn. I'm already 25. Better get cracking!
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Date: 2003-08-17 09:23 pm (UTC)