The customers weren’t so terrible on Friday. Usually, I get crabby customers that want what they want right now. Don’t even dare help another customer; they will bitch like none other—like we’re fucking or something. A few weeks ago, I had this one lady chew me out because I brought back her shoes and helped two other customers. She was pissed because I “was helping other people and didn’t bother checking on [her].” When in reality, every time I checked on her, she gave me a dirty look. So I said fuck it.
The one thing I truly had a problem with on Friday was the Rookie Bitches—even though I only worked with one of them, they come as a package; if one fucks up, they all fall. First of all, I expected not only utter chaos and shoes everywhere, but also yelling, shoe snatching, and lots of cursing between me and the Rookie Bitches: you know, blog-worthy shit. No, I was jipped. The Foreign Bitch, GL—the main one I was working with and the main one I want to slap—was actually nice to me. Not only did she gave up two customers and helped me with a customer, but she did the most un-Rookie-Bitch-esque thing: she actually talked to me.
Now, I’m not talking about a ‘hi’ or ‘bye,’ but full-fledged conversation. She asked me if I worked another job or if I go to school. She asked me what classes I was taking. But probably the most ironic thing we talked about is how she thinks Arabs are the most ignorant people ever. I totally didn’t see that coming. Well, ok, the main reason why they “are the most ignorant people ever” were more so ghetto, then ignorant. And giving that she lives in East Dearborn, I’ll give her that. She talked about how they’d set up tables in their driveway and how they were rude. She never really gave an example of how they were rude.
Why was she being nice to me? This isn’t the first Rookie Bitch to be nice to me. CN is nice to me, too. I’m starting to think that everyone thinks I’m awesome, in so many words. And believe me, I’ve heard that plenty of times. And it makes sense. I’m the only new person they’re nice, too. JF and LU told me stories about how the Rookie Bitches are nasty to them. They told me how one of the Rookie Bitches, CH, called them “white bitches,” and how LY snatched shoes from them because they were helping his customer. LY gave up one of his customers on Friday because we both were helping her. And it wasn’t just any ol’ shoe. It was a Coach shoe he gave up. NO ONE GIVES UP COACH SHOES.
Speaking of Coach shoes, I sold a $371 Coach shoe on Friday. Woot woot. This brings me to Saturday aka Bloody Saturday as I like to call it. Before I explain, I like to let you all know that I am pretty toasty. Call me alcoholic, I don’t care.
Anywho, Saturday was definitely way more blog-worthy than Friday. First, I didn’t really have bad customers. All I really had a problem with was like customers that were tremendously indecisive and customers that wanted to get in my pants.
Then one problem I had was with MC. MC is a terrible person. I mean, terrible. He has the most fucked up logic outta everyone. His backwards logic is as follows: if a customer has another person who helps them, he asks who helped them first—regardless of who brought out the selling shoe. Why is this a faulty logic? Because in every instance, he was the first person to help someone that another person has asked for help.
Wtf. Like I lost two sells because MC likes to take on 283743294724 customers at once while the 3 of us have 2 customers each. And then his customers give up on his slow ass. But, I really didn’t care cuz my life, unlike his, doesn’t depend on it. I am going to college. He has either never gone to college, or he fucked up somewhere in life to where he has to be a competing, incompetently social, fucked up shoe salesman at a major department store.
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