"Badness"

First things first, another story from work, because that's how I roll. I remember writing about how people that ask me "do you work here?" and how it really annoyed me. Well, I guess this saga can expand a little bit more. There are two different objectives (I'm trying to use big words). The first and already stated, people continue to ask me if I work in the store even though I'm wearing a Sportchek shirt, and carrying a load of pricing equipment - because that's what I've been doing a lot of, lately. One woman came up to me, while I was admiring some nice Adidas' originals, and asked me if I worked here; but she said it in such a way that aggravated me almost to the point where I would have easily said no and be pulling out every insult I carry in my armory to make her feel bad, and then not regret doing so afterwards. There are always obnoxious customers, but I try to treat them all the same, and hopefully they walk out with more than they anticipated to spend because that's what you get for being dumb.

So just when you think my days would not get more entertaining, it takes a turn. I usually do not wear my Sportchek jersey when I'm doing stocks and that kind of stuff. The strangest thing about when I don't wear my jersey, is that people will come up to me and automatically ask me for my help without asking whether or not I worked there. The only exception to that is one guy looking for a jacket for his wife asked me for my help, then a few seconds later needed confirmation that I worked there. But the point is that he still didn't use the infamous pickup line to see if I worked there as the first thing he says to me. It's kind of confusing that people will see me without a shirt and know that I work there so it's safe to ask me for help, whereas compared to when I am wearing the shirt, they have to ask to see if I worked there. Okay, now picture this. I'm not wearing a jersey, and I'll be walking in the store empty handed. So to a plain customer's site, I'll just look like another customer that could be shopping. But no, this particular customer, came up to me and asked me if I'd be able to find a different size for her (notice how most of these people are female d=). What the heck! How in the world do you identify me as an employee without me wearing a uniform or doing any sort of retail work?

But whatever, at the end of the day, work can be amusing - sometimes. After this next week of work, I'll not only have a long weekend, but I'll have the entire week off. I'm so thankful that I was given the week off. For every negative that squeaks out of work for me, something good always follows after; I think this is a huge reason for why I'm still working here and haven't given up yet.

While we're on the topic of work, we've been getting a crap load of Olympic merch to sell. There's so much that our shipping receiver has started labeling all the boxes with Olympic gear "badness" because we simply don't have enough room to put all the Crosby, Luongo, Iginla, and Healtey jerseys - because Oilers fans love these players and will buy their jerseys, not one, but five of each.