ugh.
gross. i can't believe i haven't written. sorry to anyone who cares!!
work has had me busy and then exhausted when i get home and it's all i can do to muster enough guts to go the grocery or the gym or out for a drink. poor liz.
an anecdote from the bakery:
normally, saturday hours are 7-5. but the bosses decided to change it up a bit because of employee changes so that the store is only open on saturday from 7-2. we had a sign on the outside of the front door for something like 2 weeks prior and 3 weeks post the change date. my fellow worker, megan, and i were working yesterday afternoon (saturday) and about 10 minutes to close we had a huge rush of people surging through the doors and between semi false smiles, we were darting the 'look' back and forth. the look of: "we're locking the door after these people, and then those people, etc...."
this guy came up to the counter. he was maybe 6.1 or 6.2, thick, with a grumpy countenance and a disheveled assortment of clothing. he grunted something about wanting some rye bread, to which i answered we sold out earlier in the day. he looked at the bread rack and back at me and, standing about 2 feet in front of me proceeded to raise his arms above his head and start to shake his fists. for a few seconds he did this with this menacing frown on his face and upon dropping his hands whined, "you can't sell out this early in the day!"
in unison megan and i curtly replied, 'we close in 5 minutes..."
work has had me busy and then exhausted when i get home and it's all i can do to muster enough guts to go the grocery or the gym or out for a drink. poor liz.
an anecdote from the bakery:
normally, saturday hours are 7-5. but the bosses decided to change it up a bit because of employee changes so that the store is only open on saturday from 7-2. we had a sign on the outside of the front door for something like 2 weeks prior and 3 weeks post the change date. my fellow worker, megan, and i were working yesterday afternoon (saturday) and about 10 minutes to close we had a huge rush of people surging through the doors and between semi false smiles, we were darting the 'look' back and forth. the look of: "we're locking the door after these people, and then those people, etc...."
this guy came up to the counter. he was maybe 6.1 or 6.2, thick, with a grumpy countenance and a disheveled assortment of clothing. he grunted something about wanting some rye bread, to which i answered we sold out earlier in the day. he looked at the bread rack and back at me and, standing about 2 feet in front of me proceeded to raise his arms above his head and start to shake his fists. for a few seconds he did this with this menacing frown on his face and upon dropping his hands whined, "you can't sell out this early in the day!"
in unison megan and i curtly replied, 'we close in 5 minutes..."
posted by Elizabeth at 12:00 PM
1 Comments:
Good post. Next time tell him that if he wants fresh bread to come at 6:00AM.
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