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Aplomb
The difference between a good date and a bad date:
Not really hard to tell you see; a good date ends and I don’t start crying as soon as I get into the house. I went out with Mitchell tonight and I actually had a lot of fun. We only went out for a bout an hour to Mystic Java but we talked and laughed and had fun and he made me promise to go see Batman Begins with him (the second time for both of us).
When I got in I was happy and content and yes, I realized that I could tell whether a date was good or bad and I don’t have to justify anything with my parents. W00T! Took me long enough.
Work started out good then went bad and then worse. Darrel (The Manager) gave me a cool job moving the fall stuff and he was helping me for a while so that was cool. Most of the day went pretty well; Marisa and Mom came to see me and mom bought new Christmas outfits for our teddy bears. (They look so cute) I worked on the fall stuff for most of the day and with two hours left in my shift I started recovery (the store was such a mess)
So I’m doing recovery and with an hour left Dorothy (another lady who works in floral) asked me if I could help a customer in a wheelchair. “She’ll give you an hours worth of work” I told her I still had a ton of recovery to do and she said since it was a customer it really couldn’t be helped.
So I helped this lady for the better part of an hour and when I finally got away I really had to bust my butt to get everything done. So just as the store was closing and the lady I was helping was the last customer out of the store I was up at the front getting more recovery and Sharon (Front End supervisor) comes over and dumps a whole bunch of stuff into my cart. She says that the lady in the wheelchair decided she didn’t want the stuff. So I was forced to put it all back. The store was still a mess when I left. I hope tomorrow will be better.
Oh well take the good with the bad.
Talk to you guys later.
Luv ya
Jessie.
Not really hard to tell you see; a good date ends and I don’t start crying as soon as I get into the house. I went out with Mitchell tonight and I actually had a lot of fun. We only went out for a bout an hour to Mystic Java but we talked and laughed and had fun and he made me promise to go see Batman Begins with him (the second time for both of us).
When I got in I was happy and content and yes, I realized that I could tell whether a date was good or bad and I don’t have to justify anything with my parents. W00T! Took me long enough.
Work started out good then went bad and then worse. Darrel (The Manager) gave me a cool job moving the fall stuff and he was helping me for a while so that was cool. Most of the day went pretty well; Marisa and Mom came to see me and mom bought new Christmas outfits for our teddy bears. (They look so cute) I worked on the fall stuff for most of the day and with two hours left in my shift I started recovery (the store was such a mess)
So I’m doing recovery and with an hour left Dorothy (another lady who works in floral) asked me if I could help a customer in a wheelchair. “She’ll give you an hours worth of work” I told her I still had a ton of recovery to do and she said since it was a customer it really couldn’t be helped.
So I helped this lady for the better part of an hour and when I finally got away I really had to bust my butt to get everything done. So just as the store was closing and the lady I was helping was the last customer out of the store I was up at the front getting more recovery and Sharon (Front End supervisor) comes over and dumps a whole bunch of stuff into my cart. She says that the lady in the wheelchair decided she didn’t want the stuff. So I was forced to put it all back. The store was still a mess when I left. I hope tomorrow will be better.
Oh well take the good with the bad.
Talk to you guys later.
Luv ya
Jessie.
I hate it when customers do funny things like that. More than once, I've had a customer who, in the middle of me ringing things through, decides he/she needs to go dash off and get something. It really sucks when they take a long time, and I am forced to void the receipt so I can help the next person in line.