When I grow up I wanna be.....
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I worked at a Toys-[backwardsfont]R[/backwardsfont]-Us when i was a senior in high school. It was the perfect job... I was hired as Christmas help. That meant two things:
1- I was too valueable to fire before Christmas.
2- I was definitely going to be fired after Christmas.
I never had so much fun at work in my life. I think my favorite thing to do was to fvck with customers on the phone, and tell them we had PLENTY of certain things in stock, even though we had been out for weeks, and were rainchecked until February!
I have to post this story, and you'll know why at the end...
It was 4 days before Christmas, and someone paged me to take a phone call. The woman on the phone wanted to know if we had any of the (I'll make up the name because I can't remember exactly what Barbie toy it was) Barbie Brothel Houses left. Now we had been out of this thing since Thanksgiving, and weren't going to be restocked until well after the SuperBowl. It was the hot-ticket Barbi item that year, and they couldn't produce them fast enough. Being a little Bastard, I began to say we were out, then I snapped up and said, " hang on... I DO see one on the shelf. The box is a little ragged, but we've got one left..."
the woman nearly screamed with excitement, and asked me if I could hold it for her. " Ma'am, I'm not allowed to pull items off the shelf and hold them for consumers..." I said. she begged me to do it, and wanted to know why I wasn't allowed to. I politely said in a motherly, matter-of-fact voice, "that wouldn't be very fair to the person who has already gotten in their car and is on their way here to get the same item... would it?" After 5 more minutes of arguing, she was so aggravated that I decided I needed to end it. When she finally gave me a chance to speak again, I said, " Ma'am, it doesn't matter now. While you were lecturing me, somebody came by and picked it up..." She actually SCREAMED into the phone at me, and demanded to speak to a manager. I put her on hold and gave the phone to my friend, who was Xmas help too. He listened to her rave for a few minutes, and finally told her (I swear, these were his words...) "go soak your head, lady".
The moral is:
Can you guys hold a seat for me too?
1- I was too valueable to fire before Christmas.
2- I was definitely going to be fired after Christmas.
I never had so much fun at work in my life. I think my favorite thing to do was to fvck with customers on the phone, and tell them we had PLENTY of certain things in stock, even though we had been out for weeks, and were rainchecked until February!
I have to post this story, and you'll know why at the end...
It was 4 days before Christmas, and someone paged me to take a phone call. The woman on the phone wanted to know if we had any of the (I'll make up the name because I can't remember exactly what Barbie toy it was) Barbie Brothel Houses left. Now we had been out of this thing since Thanksgiving, and weren't going to be restocked until well after the SuperBowl. It was the hot-ticket Barbi item that year, and they couldn't produce them fast enough. Being a little Bastard, I began to say we were out, then I snapped up and said, " hang on... I DO see one on the shelf. The box is a little ragged, but we've got one left..."
the woman nearly screamed with excitement, and asked me if I could hold it for her. " Ma'am, I'm not allowed to pull items off the shelf and hold them for consumers..." I said. she begged me to do it, and wanted to know why I wasn't allowed to. I politely said in a motherly, matter-of-fact voice, "that wouldn't be very fair to the person who has already gotten in their car and is on their way here to get the same item... would it?" After 5 more minutes of arguing, she was so aggravated that I decided I needed to end it. When she finally gave me a chance to speak again, I said, " Ma'am, it doesn't matter now. While you were lecturing me, somebody came by and picked it up..." She actually SCREAMED into the phone at me, and demanded to speak to a manager. I put her on hold and gave the phone to my friend, who was Xmas help too. He listened to her rave for a few minutes, and finally told her (I swear, these were his words...) "go soak your head, lady".
The moral is:
Can you guys hold a seat for me too?
- Both Josh and Zoe.
