Apparently working in retail during sales also increases the stabby feeling inside. People treat the place like a jumble sale and whilst i dont actually care about the job i do care about working a whole rack of close to turn around and have it look like It's been got at by refugees. People will pick up a top, look at it then cram it into anywhere thats closest...like with the jeans, or the coats, the back of doors, on the floor, in amoungst the scarves. It's frustrating as hell. Also people bringing stuff back. You were told that a gift recepit means EXCHANGE ONLY you were also told it means you can onloy exchange it for WHAT IT COSTS NOW. Do not tell me i have an attitude problem because you bought me a recpeit which clearly says on it that it is not a recepit you can use for a refund. You're the one with the problem, and as i said to you the girl at cabots couldnt have been that helpful as she gave you the WRONG RECEIPT.
Sigh.
In other news, rents paid, Credit card is on its way (i can buy food and nice things but not too many)horray! Have a couple of interviews coming up for jobs too, its taking every ounce of being not to quit the dentists, ive not been in for 3 weeks now and im wondering if there is any point me going back, im going to have to try and get next wednesday off and i know she will say no...il have to make up a hospital appt i think.
Must dash as i need a wee and its chuffing freeeeeezing in here.
Night all.
Customer: “Hi, my son says that I have spartans on my laptop and I should bring it to you guys.”
Me: “…Ma’am? Spartans?”
Customer: “Yes, I called my son at school and told him that screens keep popping up all the time, and he said that I have spartans.”
Me: “Oh! You mean trojans! That’s a possibility; let me run this analyzer on your laptop real quick and we’ll see what’s going on.”
Customer: “Young man, my son is in college and he says it has spartans. You just stand here in a little uniform and make minimum wage. I think my son knows what he is talking about.”
Me: “You’re right ma’am. I was hoping to run a diagnostic and find out that it wasn’t spartans, but just by looking at the login screen, I can tell that you probably have about 300 of the little guys running around.”
Customer: “300?! Is that bad?”
Me: “It’s horrible. They cram themselves into a bottleneck and kill wave after wave of data, until there is a wall of dead programs blocking any more traffic through your computer.”
Customer: “Oh, that just figures. I’m going to go buy a new computer.”
Me: “Ok, ma’am, I think that would be best.”
