From my sweet Russian associate:
"Okay. I am not pregnant. But you know, that feeling you get when you are pregnant, like it is in your stomach and you want to... 'bleh'? Yes, that is how I feel. Also, my legs, it is hard to walk."
Then I asked her if she wanted to take thirty minutes and drink some water in the break room (where there was a lot of cheap two day old bakery cake) and she said:
"Oh, the smells, I cannot take it."
Cute, and I wouldn't be surprised if she were pregnant.
From a not so sweet customer, kind of typical though:
"This other bag here is marked at $1.50."
I tell her her unmarked bag is priced at $3.00
"Are you serious? You are kidding me. Three dollars. I want to speak to a manager."
She's in a meeting right now.
"Well give me her number. I'm going to call her. That's ridiculous."
Over one dollar and fifty cents. Oh. My. Gosh.
If anything about this job burns me out, it will be the customers.
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Wait, what? Why are you selling things to people? I thought you were helping them find jobs? I'm so confused.
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