complainte

I know, I know. I complained about my poor work hours because they weren't enough. Well sweet baby Jesus they gave me too much. 40 a week! and I'm a part-timer. That's five days a week of nine hour shifts with hour-long lunches that I don't get paid for. :| It is riddikulus. Needless to say (that's an awesome band, btw) I am so friggen exhausted.

Also, I received my first customer complaint today. I was so embarrassed. So a girl (I'd say about my age, maybe younger) asks me where the silly russian hats are, you know the ones with the ear flaps. I love those hats for the sheer sake of how ridiculous they are. I'd played with one earlier in the week so I told her, "Oh, they're over in our Winter Sports section. They're really expensive." and I made a face. Because I had liked one but had totally did not after I saw they were fifty bucks. Craziness. Girl gave me a look and is all "That's okay." and I just shrugged.

So, literally hours later I'm talking to my manager about the mess that is the store. He asks how we're doing and he later describes my look as being that of someone who's puppy has just been taken away. So then he gets this serious look and starts talking in a hush-hush tone and says, "So did you tell that lady over in scuba -- DON'T LOOK -- about a hat in Winter Sports and how expensive it was?"
Me, looking all confused and being my usually completely naive self say, "Yeeeah..., wh--"
"They took it as you saying they couldn't afford it."
"Nooooo! (cue me turning beet red) I didn't mean it like that! omigosh!"
"Yeah, they came and told me about it but don't worry about it."
HOW COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY EMBARRASSING! First off, nope. Totally did not mean anything about it and seriously, who am I to judge? I work at a sports store for 8.50 an hour! I have absolutely no reason to be all high and mighty when it comes to money. And secondly, I was just upset I couldn't get the hat myself, but oi. I must say I am also a little upset they (I mean the girl and her mother, who was the one to complain to my manager) went and complained, it's a silly little thing. But oh well.

A Bill Crosby Christmas song started playing at work today and a co-worker of mine yelled out, "WHO THE EFF IS THIS, ELVIS!?" and hilarity ensued.

When they played A Charlie Brown Christmas music, my heart swelled. Everything other Christmas song can just disappear with Atlantis below Antarctica for all I care.