Ye Gods, was there ever drama. We are talking about one crazy bunch o’ bitches. And it wasn’t just me, it was everyone. Even poor P. had a bad day, customer wise.
The week began innocently enough. And then BAM!- straight outta nowhere it went to hell in a handbasket. One of my last buys was a very difficult woman. I work in children’s re-sale, and am in fact the afternoon buyer/supervisor. She was a real piece of work. I would think it would be rather obvious that we would be unable to take clothing with spots/stains/etc. Apparently not. I began giving her back items that we would not be accepting. She became quite pissy. And actually argued with me and made me point out where these “alleged” spots were, and then argued with me that they weren’t even spots. And kept arguing. And arguing. And then came back a few minutes later to argue some more. Then she made sure to tell me that she “would be calling the owners immediately to inform them of the unspeakable way in which she was treated”. I told her to absolutely do so, that I would be calling them myself to let them know what happened. And then I went back to buying my last buy. I will be damned if that bitch did not come back in for a third time to argue with me some more. Seriously. So the lady whose last buy I am doing has been there the entire time, she heard everything that was said. She tells me to write down her name and phone number so I can give it to my boss’, should they need it, because I was not rude to the woman in any way and she would be more than happy to tell them that on my behalf. Twenty minutes later the phone rings, it is the woman’s husband. He wants to inform me that his lawyer will be contacting the store about a lawsuit they will be pursuing against me for “racial discrimination” for the way I treated his wife. I can’t make this stuff up. I told him in no uncertain terms that I did not treat his wife in any disrespectful way and he started yelling at me. So I hung up on him. I have never heard what happened next. I am guessing nothing. My boss’ are pretty laid back. We have all known each other for awhile, and they know I am not that kind of person.
Wait, it gets better. The next day I am at work, doing another buy, and I can’t take any of it. It reeks of smoke. I explain to the woman that I will be happy to take another look at it if she will just wash it and bring it back. She doesn’t seem too upset when she leaves. Twenty minutes later the phone rings. (Anyone seeing any sort of patterns here?!) This lady asks me the name of “the large fat woman who works there”. I am so dumbfounded that someone could actually say something so cruel that it takes me a few minutes to realize she means me. I was blown away. I wanted to cry. I didn’t. But I wanted to. Yes, I have put on some extra pounds in the last few years. Yes, there are valid reasons why I am not really losing weight right now. Is it anyone else’s business(not y’all- y’all can ask me anything. I love you) what my reasons are? No. But I will tell you this. I can and will lose my weight. But you will always be a mean bitch. So there.
Then there was the lady who was pissed off because we couldn’t take all of her stuff. And she wanted it all back. Which we couldn’t do. Her husband had dropped it off on Saturday and didn’t want to wait. So it was done a s a Drop-Off. Meaning he had to pre-approve the offer without knowing what it was. And read the info and INITIAL it. Um, yeah. I don’t think he did that. So she gets all bitchy and basically tells me “well we’ll just see about this”. Twenty minutes later the phone rings. I do not answer it because I have learned my lesson. Wanna guess who it was?! Her husband. And before I tell you what he said, what is it with all these women who have to have their husbands call and complain? If I have a problem with someone I take care of it myself. So he is all up in arms because his precious wifey-poo is upset. One other note- her clothes? Butt-ass ugly. That poor child is gonna be scarred for life. Truly. He informs me that “this is no way to run a business” and if “it was his business he damn sure would make sure that the customer was happy” and that he and his wife “were important people in the community and we would be soory if we didn’t fix this”. Yeah, whatever. I asked him if he signed the paper when he was doing the Drop-Off. He said yes. But he was confused as to what our policy was. Wha? Why would you leave your stuff with a store if you didn’t know how they operated? I wouldn’t. But I guess that would be because I am not a GIANT DUMBASS. I’m still waiting to hear what’s going to happen with that.
The rest of the week has gone quite well. We’ve laughed. We’ve scratched. We’ve cried. Good times. No really, all kidding aside, it was a vast improvement from the last few days. Sweet Jebus. I am glad to be off for the next two days. Crap. One day. But my beloved Daytona 500 is this weekend. GO #88! And speaking of Jr. my hubs gave me my Valentine’s Day present- a new Dale Jr. t-shirt! Can I get a WOOT-WOOT?!?!
No, really. Can I have one?
One more thing- was it worth the wait?