"The stupid ate my brain"
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minervasoloThere are few things in this worl that will make me run and cower like a girly girl quite as much as the daddy long legs. I don't know why, but I really really don't like them. And one just landed on the screen.
Such irritating people at work. I'm own my own for the last two hours, with minimal customers since it's late night shopping. At maybe quarter to seven, a girl comes in with 9 small black tops. You're only allowed four at a time, so i had to stick around and swap themfor her. That and I had to stick around because I had no excuse not to. And then her mother came in with three more tops. Then with another three. Then another two. Then two and a dress. Repeat ad infinitum. At quarter to eight I told them i was pulling the door to to stop other going in. They eventually paid for six tops at about ten to eight. So I went to close the fitting roms properly and there were two girls in there. Alright, I told them, but we're closing soon and I'm pulling teh door to, okay? At five to I spotted one girl leave and go and look for a different size in the topshe was trying on. We don't have time for this, I thought. I told the other girl that they really ought to be hurrying up, so she asked me if I knew if there was a size eight in the top she was wearing, which wasn't even from my departement, and rang her mother to come downstairs. At eight, when the store closes I told the girl such and pointed out they wouldn't be able to buy the top now she was still in the top, but she waiting for her mother. Then her mother and aunt(?) arrived, both with foreign accents their daughters lacked. Again, asked me to find tops. Told them I couldn't because it wasn't my department, and besides, the store was closed. Security would be round in a minute. Still there. Security came around and asked them to leave. A few minutes later, they emerged, asking to pay for the top. Told her again that it was impossible, the store was closed and all the till were shut. The security lady told them there was only one exit left open, but hte mother insisted they had to go downstairs because they were parked in the carpark. Well, the carpark gets locked at eight, doesn't it? It was five past. So the security lady had to take them out and guide them back in on the lower floor. Fun for her.
Seriously, did she not understand 'the store is closed'? She knew enough English to ask for tops in different sizes. When stores close in other countries, do they actually stay open? Or perhaps, maybe, probably, she was one of those people that when told 'the store closes' assumes it can't actually close until they've finished shopping. Sorry, mate, but it doesn't work like that. The store closes when the store closes. The customer exits are locked. The tills are shut down. People leave. The store is shut.
I was going to say something else, but the stupid ate my brain. Updated fleursdelamort and significantkinks. I have yet to put up a site closed thing for Something Whispers.
Such irritating people at work. I'm own my own for the last two hours, with minimal customers since it's late night shopping. At maybe quarter to seven, a girl comes in with 9 small black tops. You're only allowed four at a time, so i had to stick around and swap themfor her. That and I had to stick around because I had no excuse not to. And then her mother came in with three more tops. Then with another three. Then another two. Then two and a dress. Repeat ad infinitum. At quarter to eight I told them i was pulling the door to to stop other going in. They eventually paid for six tops at about ten to eight. So I went to close the fitting roms properly and there were two girls in there. Alright, I told them, but we're closing soon and I'm pulling teh door to, okay? At five to I spotted one girl leave and go and look for a different size in the topshe was trying on. We don't have time for this, I thought. I told the other girl that they really ought to be hurrying up, so she asked me if I knew if there was a size eight in the top she was wearing, which wasn't even from my departement, and rang her mother to come downstairs. At eight, when the store closes I told the girl such and pointed out they wouldn't be able to buy the top now she was still in the top, but she waiting for her mother. Then her mother and aunt(?) arrived, both with foreign accents their daughters lacked. Again, asked me to find tops. Told them I couldn't because it wasn't my department, and besides, the store was closed. Security would be round in a minute. Still there. Security came around and asked them to leave. A few minutes later, they emerged, asking to pay for the top. Told her again that it was impossible, the store was closed and all the till were shut. The security lady told them there was only one exit left open, but hte mother insisted they had to go downstairs because they were parked in the carpark. Well, the carpark gets locked at eight, doesn't it? It was five past. So the security lady had to take them out and guide them back in on the lower floor. Fun for her.
Seriously, did she not understand 'the store is closed'? She knew enough English to ask for tops in different sizes. When stores close in other countries, do they actually stay open? Or perhaps, maybe, probably, she was one of those people that when told 'the store closes' assumes it can't actually close until they've finished shopping. Sorry, mate, but it doesn't work like that. The store closes when the store closes. The customer exits are locked. The tills are shut down. People leave. The store is shut.
I was going to say something else, but the stupid ate my brain. Updated fleursdelamort and significantkinks. I have yet to put up a site closed thing for Something Whispers.
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