Here now is the transcript of a phone conversation I had today with a customer. This shall be the first in an ongoing series I'll diplomatically title "Customers Say the Darnedest Things."
Customer: Do you have any Wiis in stock?
Me: Yes, we do.
Customer: Great. Hey, I'm trying to figure something out.
Me: What's that?
Customer: Which one of your stores is closer? Yours or the one in Otherville?
Me: Closer?
Customer: Yeah, closer!
Me: Closer to what, exactly, ma'am?
Customer: (exasperated sigh) Which one is closer to my HOUSE??
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Putting the "Recess" Back in Recession
Why, hello. Welcome.
My name is not ExcuseMeMiss, but in a vain attempt at anonymity, that's the monicker I'll be using here. Frankly, it might as well be ExcuseMeMiss, because that is what I am called approximately forty hours a week at my job. I find it sort of funny that I am called "miss," because I am too old to be a miss, and I am someone's misses.
I'm 33 years old and am, for lack of a better term, a recession victim. About five months ago, I packed up my decade of professional experience, and with chagrin, gave myself over to a job with my local big-box retail establishment to thwart starvation caused by waning self-employment and an utter dearth of jobs available in my field here in Rustbelt, USA. I make a little more than seven dollars per hour now.
I'm starting this blog on behest of a dozen or so family and friends who insist that as long as I'm mired in retail hell, I should be writing about it. I'm going to do my best to keep this as anonymous as possible, because even though my job is low-paying and frequently awful, it's the job I have right now, and I need to keep it. To that end, if you know me and would like to comment here, I'd appreciate if you'd refrain from using my real name or the name of my employer in your remarks.
Happy to have you here!
My name is not ExcuseMeMiss, but in a vain attempt at anonymity, that's the monicker I'll be using here. Frankly, it might as well be ExcuseMeMiss, because that is what I am called approximately forty hours a week at my job. I find it sort of funny that I am called "miss," because I am too old to be a miss, and I am someone's misses.
I'm 33 years old and am, for lack of a better term, a recession victim. About five months ago, I packed up my decade of professional experience, and with chagrin, gave myself over to a job with my local big-box retail establishment to thwart starvation caused by waning self-employment and an utter dearth of jobs available in my field here in Rustbelt, USA. I make a little more than seven dollars per hour now.
I'm starting this blog on behest of a dozen or so family and friends who insist that as long as I'm mired in retail hell, I should be writing about it. I'm going to do my best to keep this as anonymous as possible, because even though my job is low-paying and frequently awful, it's the job I have right now, and I need to keep it. To that end, if you know me and would like to comment here, I'd appreciate if you'd refrain from using my real name or the name of my employer in your remarks.
Happy to have you here!
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