Is this the first b-day thread I've started? I can't remember... :o <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> hehe
you are about 4hrs early by my counting, but good enugh (silly time zones :P)
*huggles gem*
And guess what I do on my birthday? Open the store at 8:30 am :D
but I leave at 3 (or earlier) and then I get to go into the city and play Mr Zombie (PnP RPG setting for All Flesh Must Be Eaten based off of the Mr Vampire movies :D)
yah, I am about to be 22. Been able to legaly drink for a year, smoke for 4, vote for 4, drive for 5....
nothing left to become able to do (exept get my senior citicen discount)
Oh, cmon, I can't have extra smilies for my birthday? (silly 3 limit)
<3 to one of the few people who has a higher postcount than I do. (That won't last long BTW <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->)
ThansalThe New ScumJoin Date: 2002-08-22Member: 1215Members, Constellation
<!--QuoteBegin-DragonMech+Mar 31 2005, 09:06 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DragonMech @ Mar 31 2005, 09:06 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <3 to one of the few people who has a higher postcount than I do. (That won't last long BTW <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->) <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> yah, I have cut back on spaming the Tech help forums (leaving that to patch and crew now <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->)
ThansalThe New ScumJoin Date: 2002-08-22Member: 1215Members, Constellation
<!--QuoteBegin-Cold NiTe+Mar 31 2005, 11:28 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Cold NiTe @ Mar 31 2005, 11:28 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Damnit. I'm struggling on whether to wish you happy birthday, or to pray for your imminent doom. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> what did I do????
<!--QuoteBegin-Thansal+Mar 31 2005, 11:53 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Thansal @ Mar 31 2005, 11:53 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-Cold NiTe+Mar 31 2005, 11:28 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Cold NiTe @ Mar 31 2005, 11:28 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Damnit. I'm struggling on whether to wish you happy birthday, or to pray for your imminent doom. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> what did I do?<!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
and thanks <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Your going to be 50 and still working in Radio shack because you couldn't be an EMT. Mwahahah. But don't worry I'll wish you happy birthday then too, from my Shoe salesman job at Steinmart.
<!--QuoteBegin-50+ Thansal+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (50+ Thansal)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Huuuuurrrrrrrr THE THE THE DVD PLAYER IS OVER THARR!!
WHUT WE DONT USE THOSE ANYMORE?
WAIT LET ME TURN UP MY HEARING AID<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Just like my fellow associate Blaine. Except instead of hearing aids it's his knee or his insulin. Always complaining about his insulin levels. Here's an idea, GO HOME. DON'T COME BACK. YOU CAN'T WORK A REGISTER TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!
Thansal, happy birthday mate. Here's a present, a story from my workplace.
**** Customer # 25 is the name of this story. --------------------------
It all began well enough. In fact, if weather was really capable of foretelling anything, it would have seemed that on that day, the weather was literally saying that everything was gonna be just right. The breeze was just right. The sunshine was just right. The <i>day</i> was just right. It was just one of those days where you could put music to the whole day. Things seemed to be looking up.
My alarm went off at around 1:30 p.m. that Sunday, because I had stayed up all night on Saturday, with some friends watching movies and playing games. It was one of those few times our off hours coincided, so I had to take advantage of it. This led to me going to sleep around 8:30 a.m. on Sunday and getting up five hours later. I was feeling great, and because of that, I was ready to take on the world.
I took my usual route to work, enjoying the light traffic and the warm wind. I remembered that on Saturday I had had the closing shift and my boss had warned me that today was an important day. You see, on Monday, the Regional Manager, Julie, was going to come inspect the store. No this in itself was no big deal, she came in to inspect the store all the time. But <i>this</i> Monday, she wasn't coming alone. She was bringing the Ninewest Stockholders.
Now let's clarify something real quick. Even though I work <b>inside</b> a Steinmart, I don't actually work <b>for</b> the Steinmart. The shoe department is actually a seperate store, owned by the shoe brand 9west. They just lease out the space and place a shoe store there, masquerading as one of Steinmart's departments. So when Steinmart's manager is ordering the sales associates around, I can play deaf, because I am autonomous and only answer to my OWN manager. Not to say that I don't take good care of the department though, just that I work for someone else.
So the Buyers for Ninewest were going to visit the following day. This meant preparations needed to be made. Cleaning in several different venues. There was the mirrors, the floors, the displays, the shoe boxes, the clearance rack and the stock room. I knew that in three hours I would either be really tired and really satisfied with a job well done, or really tired and really scared about a job unfinished. I only had three hours though, and on top of that it was a closing shift, meaning I had to reserve the last thirty minutes to getting ready to close everything.
I had a fellow coworker covering me for an hour and a half though. He was to work the register while I did my best to clean. This is however, where things started to get bad. Blaine's a good man, really. As long as he is ten feet away from the nearest cash register. Otherwise, he's scarier than Lucifer himself, holding a warrant for your everlasting stay in hell. And he was supposed to cover me... at the cash register. I figured at first that this was just a crude joke, that even Mark, my boss, wouldn't <i>actually</i> schedule him to cover me while I cleaned.
As you can imagine, I spent the next hour and thirty minutes in agony, cleaning at a breakneck pace for 3 minutes at a time until I had to run back to the register and do a transaction, or four. There was about thirty minutes left until he had to go, and I knew that unless I left him to do it, I would never get any real cleaning done. I hadn't even finished the mirrors! So I let him at it, and wasn't suprised to find out that I had failed to take into account how very much the register loathed him. Not five minutes after I left, I found that he had somehow done a shipping sale to lady who was trying to do a return. That was a fun mess, to be sure.
I only had another hour left, not counting the thirty minutes I was reserving to start the close down process... But hardly any of my tasks were done! Well Blaine's shift was up, so I figured that might actually help me somewhat. Also the customer flow had gone down, so that could be helpful as well. Things were looking up, and once again I felt that sensation that everything was gonna be just fine. I just knew it, it couldn't end like this. Somehow it was going to be ok. The store was practically empty now too, which oddly enough, I was glad of.
A woman stepped into my department. She was the bouncy energetic type, with the air of someone who's world consists of her and then "everything else". I was worried. I was worried because this is the type of person who comes to my store and doesn't know what they want, or if they want anything at all. They come in, request my help for everything they should do themselves, and then walks out without buying anything. This could be bad, and worse yet, it could burn time I <i>didn't</i> have.
She walked up to me and began to give me the exact details of a shoe she was looking for that she knew we had. I was flabbergasted. Not only did <b>she</b> "know" we had it, but because her description was dead on (Closed back, Closed toed, Thick man tailored heel, Mulberry coloured, size 9 medium, semi-casual dress pump made by Ninewest in the Sale section) <b>I</b> knew we had it. We located the shoe and she began to try it on.
But fate was not so kind...
The complaints began to flood in.
<span style='color:green'><Customer>:</span> "<i>Ow it's too tight.</i>" "<i>It wasn't this tight when I tried it on before.</i>" "<i>My toes are showing at the top.</i>" "<i>There's space at the sides.</i>" "<i>This color is different than I thought it was before.</i>" "<i>My friend and I were here last time and we tried on this same shoe and blah blah blah blah blah BLAH BLAH.</i>"
<span style='color:blue'><Cold-NiTe>:</span> "<i>Why don't we try a half size larger?</i>"
<span style='color:purple'>* Cold-NiTe picks out a shoe of the same color and style, but sized at nine and a half.</span>
<span style='color:green'><Customer>:</span> "<i>But I'm a 9!!</i>"
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~huggle~
Is this the first b-day thread I've started? I can't remember... :o <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
hehe
you are about 4hrs early by my counting, but good enugh (silly time zones :P)
*huggles gem*
And guess what I do on my birthday?
Open the store at 8:30 am :D
but I leave at 3 (or earlier) and then I get to go into the city and play Mr Zombie (PnP RPG setting for All Flesh Must Be Eaten based off of the Mr Vampire movies :D)
yah, I am about to be 22. Been able to legaly drink for a year, smoke for 4, vote for 4, drive for 5....
nothing left to become able to do (exept get my senior citicen discount)
Oh, cmon, I can't have extra smilies for my birthday? (silly 3 limit)
Dragon, no spam to get there, I beg you.
yah, I have cut back on spaming the Tech help forums (leaving that to patch and crew now <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->)
*feels loved*
<!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Except Drfuzzy, not quite 10x, but still loads more.
what did I do????
and thanks :D
what did I do?<!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
and thanks <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Your going to be 50 and still working in Radio shack because you couldn't be an EMT. Mwahahah. But don't worry I'll wish you happy birthday then too, from my Shoe salesman job at Steinmart.
<!--QuoteBegin-50+ Thansal+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (50+ Thansal)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Huuuuurrrrrrrr THE THE THE DVD PLAYER IS OVER THARR!!
WHUT WE DONT USE THOSE ANYMORE?
WAIT LET ME TURN UP MY HEARING AID<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Just like my fellow associate Blaine. Except instead of hearing aids it's his knee or his insulin. Always complaining about his insulin levels. Here's an idea, GO HOME. DON'T COME BACK. YOU CAN'T WORK A REGISTER TO SAVE YOUR LIFE!
**** Customer # 25 is the name of this story.
--------------------------
It all began well enough. In fact, if weather was really capable of foretelling anything, it would have seemed that on that day, the weather was literally saying that everything was gonna be just right. The breeze was just right. The sunshine was just right. The <i>day</i> was just right. It was just one of those days where you could put music to the whole day. Things seemed to be looking up.
My alarm went off at around 1:30 p.m. that Sunday, because I had stayed up all night on Saturday, with some friends watching movies and playing games. It was one of those few times our off hours coincided, so I had to take advantage of it. This led to me going to sleep around 8:30 a.m. on Sunday and getting up five hours later. I was feeling great, and because of that, I was ready to take on the world.
I took my usual route to work, enjoying the light traffic and the warm wind. I remembered that on Saturday I had had the closing shift and my boss had warned me that today was an important day. You see, on Monday, the Regional Manager, Julie, was going to come inspect the store. No this in itself was no big deal, she came in to inspect the store all the time. But <i>this</i> Monday, she wasn't coming alone. She was bringing the Ninewest Stockholders.
Now let's clarify something real quick. Even though I work <b>inside</b> a Steinmart, I don't actually work <b>for</b> the Steinmart. The shoe department is actually a seperate store, owned by the shoe brand 9west. They just lease out the space and place a shoe store there, masquerading as one of Steinmart's departments. So when Steinmart's manager is ordering the sales associates around, I can play deaf, because I am autonomous and only answer to my OWN manager. Not to say that I don't take good care of the department though, just that I work for someone else.
So the Buyers for Ninewest were going to visit the following day. This meant preparations needed to be made. Cleaning in several different venues. There was the mirrors, the floors, the displays, the shoe boxes, the clearance rack and the stock room. I knew that in three hours I would either be really tired and really satisfied with a job well done, or really tired and really scared about a job unfinished. I only had three hours though, and on top of that it was a closing shift, meaning I had to reserve the last thirty minutes to getting ready to close everything.
I had a fellow coworker covering me for an hour and a half though. He was to work the register while I did my best to clean. This is however, where things started to get bad. Blaine's a good man, really. As long as he is ten feet away from the nearest cash register. Otherwise, he's scarier than Lucifer himself, holding a warrant for your everlasting stay in hell. And he was supposed to cover me... at the cash register. I figured at first that this was just a crude joke, that even Mark, my boss, wouldn't <i>actually</i> schedule him to cover me while I cleaned.
As you can imagine, I spent the next hour and thirty minutes in agony, cleaning at a breakneck pace for 3 minutes at a time until I had to run back to the register and do a transaction, or four. There was about thirty minutes left until he had to go, and I knew that unless I left him to do it, I would never get any real cleaning done. I hadn't even finished the mirrors! So I let him at it, and wasn't suprised to find out that I had failed to take into account how very much the register loathed him. Not five minutes after I left, I found that he had somehow done a shipping sale to lady who was trying to do a return. That was a fun mess, to be sure.
I only had another hour left, not counting the thirty minutes I was reserving to start the close down process... But hardly any of my tasks were done! Well Blaine's shift was up, so I figured that might actually help me somewhat. Also the customer flow had gone down, so that could be helpful as well. Things were looking up, and once again I felt that sensation that everything was gonna be just fine. I just knew it, it couldn't end like this. Somehow it was going to be ok. The store was practically empty now too, which oddly enough, I was glad of.
A woman stepped into my department. She was the bouncy energetic type, with the air of someone who's world consists of her and then "everything else". I was worried. I was worried because this is the type of person who comes to my store and doesn't know what they want, or if they want anything at all. They come in, request my help for everything they should do themselves, and then walks out without buying anything. This could be bad, and worse yet, it could burn time I <i>didn't</i> have.
She walked up to me and began to give me the exact details of a shoe she was looking for that she knew we had. I was flabbergasted. Not only did <b>she</b> "know" we had it, but because her description was dead on (Closed back, Closed toed, Thick man tailored heel, Mulberry coloured, size 9 medium, semi-casual dress pump made by Ninewest in the Sale section) <b>I</b> knew we had it. We located the shoe and she began to try it on.
But fate was not so kind...
The complaints began to flood in.
<span style='color:green'><Customer>:</span> "<i>Ow it's too tight.</i>" "<i>It wasn't this tight when I tried it on before.</i>" "<i>My toes are showing at the top.</i>" "<i>There's space at the sides.</i>" "<i>This color is different than I thought it was before.</i>" "<i>My friend and I were here last time and we tried on this same shoe and blah blah blah blah blah BLAH BLAH.</i>"
<span style='color:blue'><Cold-NiTe>:</span> "<i>Why don't we try a half size larger?</i>"
<span style='color:purple'>* Cold-NiTe picks out a shoe of the same color and style, but sized at nine and a half.</span>
<span style='color:green'><Customer>:</span> "<i>But I'm a 9!!</i>"
<span style='color:blue'><Cold-NiTe>:</span> "<i>Please...?</i>"
<span style='color:purple'>* Cold-NiTe holds nine and a half out towards Customer.</span>
<span style='color:green'><Customer>: </span> "<i>I'm a 9. I want another 9. This one is defective.</i>"
And so it went, with me tending to her for a total of some 8 minutes. <b>Here's the kicker;</b>
She <u>wasn't</u> **** Customer #25, she was just your average customer. **** Customer came just as I was wrapping up things with this lady.
And she came like a Hurricane to Florida.
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TO BE CONTINUED
And much <) for the birthday boy.
right, do that just before I go to open the store.
*goes and takes a shower to relax*
and to every one else:
:D