beyond

i am beyond exhausted, which i never knew could happen, but apparently - here i am. the joy of working at a school uniform store when school starts for various schools - today, tomorrow, all of next week. i love how people wait til the last moment to come get things, and are rude and surprised when we're out of them. or that they'll expect that we can embroider something for them within the next few hours. hi, thriving business, people! more than one school to please! i just can't grasp what makes people walk into a store, mess it up, be rude to the people trying to help them (who are very nice, might i add), drop clothes on the floor - even fling them on the floor in fits of '"i'm a spoiled little prat".

it's been a long week

MidValley, Valley View, and the Scranton School District all start in the next two days, i think Riverside does as well. Scranton School District includes 18 different schools. i've had customers lie to me, lie about me, call me at all hours expecting i should know who they are, when they ordered clothes, what they ordered, what they owe, and how much they would owe if they cancelled some things and replaced them with others. realistic expectations from a 3 minute conversation.

what i don't get is when did people start expecting to be babied by everyone? why do people need my hep in determining whether or not their child's gut is busting out of the pants s/he is wearing? why do they need me to tell them if the shirt the kid is trying is too small? i don't mean to say that i'm unwilling to work, just that at a certain point you have to wonder about their ability to raise a child if they are so lacking in basic common sense. oh, and when i tell you that your school doesn't allow something that a different school does - DO NOT TAKE IT OUT ON ME! i am not lying to you to make my day. in fact, it would be fine with me if you buy it, wear it to school, and get detention for breaking the uniform. go right ahead, by all means! next time, don't fucking ask if you don't want to know.

this may be ssurprising to those of you i have spoken to recently, because i've been telling everyone how much i love my job. well, i do. and part of the fun is bitching about the customers. and part of the fun is dealing with them, making it through the day without letting them know what you think of them. it's a game - how much time can i spend on the floor without losing my mind? how many hours can i spend in the embroidery room before i need to collapse because i've lost all feeling below my knees? how much am i going to drink on wednesday night when we go out to celebrate the end of the busy season? ok, not a lot, but i just wanted to let you know that i am going out with a bunch of my friends. hey look, i have friends here now! they're about 20-30 years older than me, but that's never stoped me before. : )

ok, now that that's all off my chest, i feel much better and maybe i'll get some sleep tonight.