Friday, May 12, 2006
It's Quitting Time?
To quit or not to quit... that is the question weighing heavily on my mind. I had hoped to quit today, and even had my resignation letter completely typed, signed, and sealed, but alas, I have not quit - I wasn't able to find another job. This pisses the hell out of me that I've sent out so many resumes, but no one wants to give me a chance. I've got soooo much experience, but I guess that doesn't count, and is overshadowed by my so-called insane amount of education. Part-time jobs, right now are few and far between, and what makes it worse is that there are so many full time postings I could apply for if I'd done this HR thing back in September! Frig...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
You Smell Good??? WTF?
What do you say when someone says, "You Smell Good"?
Alrighty, I've seen my share of weirdos, and dealt with my share of them not only while on the bus, but while dealing with the public at work. So Sunday, I'm busting my tail at the Depot, like usual, and get asked to help a guy find a paper shredder... Alrighty, not a problem, I've bullshitted my way through university, a stupid paper shredder sale is no problem whatsoever! The guy was totally unimpresed that a "Dumb Girl" was helping him, rather than one of the so-called "Techno-geeks". Needless to say, I sold him a shredder, and an extended warranty, by talking out of my butt... I really don't know every thing there is to know about shredders, but come on, how hard is it? - you stick your paper in the slot, and ooooh, it shreds your paper into tiny little pieces. The hardest part is figuring out how to turn it on, and clear a jam, should it happen. As I'm bringing the product to the cash register, the customer says to me, "I just thought I'd let you know, I like your perfume, you smell good." I honestly didn't know how to respond, so I just said thanks, and tried to leave him with the cashier... which didn't work. I got stuck ringing in the sale, and as part of the warranty process, I had to ask for his phone number, to register the warranty. Of course, he's like "Now you know my name, and my phone number," and winks at me. Man, if he'd been in his 20s and actually not a skeezy older man, then I'd be pretty happy about the entire situation - however, in reality, 40s, balding, and just plain scary, really doesn't work well for me. ~shudders~ I need a new job!
Alrighty, I've seen my share of weirdos, and dealt with my share of them not only while on the bus, but while dealing with the public at work. So Sunday, I'm busting my tail at the Depot, like usual, and get asked to help a guy find a paper shredder... Alrighty, not a problem, I've bullshitted my way through university, a stupid paper shredder sale is no problem whatsoever! The guy was totally unimpresed that a "Dumb Girl" was helping him, rather than one of the so-called "Techno-geeks". Needless to say, I sold him a shredder, and an extended warranty, by talking out of my butt... I really don't know every thing there is to know about shredders, but come on, how hard is it? - you stick your paper in the slot, and ooooh, it shreds your paper into tiny little pieces. The hardest part is figuring out how to turn it on, and clear a jam, should it happen. As I'm bringing the product to the cash register, the customer says to me, "I just thought I'd let you know, I like your perfume, you smell good." I honestly didn't know how to respond, so I just said thanks, and tried to leave him with the cashier... which didn't work. I got stuck ringing in the sale, and as part of the warranty process, I had to ask for his phone number, to register the warranty. Of course, he's like "Now you know my name, and my phone number," and winks at me. Man, if he'd been in his 20s and actually not a skeezy older man, then I'd be pretty happy about the entire situation - however, in reality, 40s, balding, and just plain scary, really doesn't work well for me. ~shudders~ I need a new job!
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