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Work: my pet peeves.
Aug. 14th, 2005 02:03 pmFive things that happen so often in this bookstore that I can list them each individually as a pet peeve:
5 - People come in just to use the train and talk. Guys. Come on. You're not only blocking the aisle, but you're going to play and run. I realize that may be common practice for some of the people who come in, but they typically dress more like tramps.
4 - People, especially women with children, assume we are a library. Yes, we have a carton of books in the back for your child to read, but that's there so you don't rip books off the shelf and give them to your child for their amusement. Ie, your children should not be taking stickers out of books, ripping pages, un-flapping flaps, or chewing on the board books. No. Bad parent. No cookies.
3 - No one seems to know how to put a puzzle back together. We have a few puzzles in the back available to children. The children play with these puzzles while their parents browse -- or, at least, that's the idea. Instead, the children rip the puzzles apart, throwing the pieces haphazardly around the room or hiding them beneath cushions, in the shelves, or behind books. Parents, of course, don't seem to notice the mangled puzzles, so I, as a bookclerk, often have to go back there and put the damn puzzles back together so that another child may come in and rip them apart.
2 - Teenagers often assume they know more about the books I'm selling than I do. Sometimes they do, yes, but when I have already confessed to having knowledge on a particular subject, it really isn't reasonable for them to dismiss me and go on to complain. And yes, when I say we have a book by so-and-so (Lloyd Alexander, most recently) in stock, we do have that book in stock. You do not have to go around complaining -- loudly -- about how you can't find the book and, therefore, it is not in stock. Dude. They're in alphabetical order. It's not that hard.
1 - The mall is filled with people who cannot put things back where they were found. Puppets do not belong in the back of the store. Castanets do not belong in the front of the store. Books by an author whose last name begins with an 'A' do not belong with the books by authors whose last names all start with hte letter 'Y', nor does it work in the opposite direction. It is typically not the children who do this, either -- it is the adults. The adults who feel that they can hand things to their child for entertainment purposes without heeding the brat's actions, not tell the clerk when they spill stuff on the floor, and who don't bother to wonder if, just perhaps, there isn't a magical cleaning fairy who goes around behind them to take care of everything they neglect to do.
These are my pet peeves and five things I truly hate about working in this store. I imagine I would face the same difficulties in many retail-related jobs, and perhaps in others, as well, and I'm certain I would be faced with more harrying challenged with the change of situation, but those are the ones that are pissing me off at this particular moment, so they are the ones I decided to complain about.
The end.
5 - People come in just to use the train and talk. Guys. Come on. You're not only blocking the aisle, but you're going to play and run. I realize that may be common practice for some of the people who come in, but they typically dress more like tramps.
4 - People, especially women with children, assume we are a library. Yes, we have a carton of books in the back for your child to read, but that's there so you don't rip books off the shelf and give them to your child for their amusement. Ie, your children should not be taking stickers out of books, ripping pages, un-flapping flaps, or chewing on the board books. No. Bad parent. No cookies.
3 - No one seems to know how to put a puzzle back together. We have a few puzzles in the back available to children. The children play with these puzzles while their parents browse -- or, at least, that's the idea. Instead, the children rip the puzzles apart, throwing the pieces haphazardly around the room or hiding them beneath cushions, in the shelves, or behind books. Parents, of course, don't seem to notice the mangled puzzles, so I, as a bookclerk, often have to go back there and put the damn puzzles back together so that another child may come in and rip them apart.
2 - Teenagers often assume they know more about the books I'm selling than I do. Sometimes they do, yes, but when I have already confessed to having knowledge on a particular subject, it really isn't reasonable for them to dismiss me and go on to complain. And yes, when I say we have a book by so-and-so (Lloyd Alexander, most recently) in stock, we do have that book in stock. You do not have to go around complaining -- loudly -- about how you can't find the book and, therefore, it is not in stock. Dude. They're in alphabetical order. It's not that hard.
1 - The mall is filled with people who cannot put things back where they were found. Puppets do not belong in the back of the store. Castanets do not belong in the front of the store. Books by an author whose last name begins with an 'A' do not belong with the books by authors whose last names all start with hte letter 'Y', nor does it work in the opposite direction. It is typically not the children who do this, either -- it is the adults. The adults who feel that they can hand things to their child for entertainment purposes without heeding the brat's actions, not tell the clerk when they spill stuff on the floor, and who don't bother to wonder if, just perhaps, there isn't a magical cleaning fairy who goes around behind them to take care of everything they neglect to do.
These are my pet peeves and five things I truly hate about working in this store. I imagine I would face the same difficulties in many retail-related jobs, and perhaps in others, as well, and I'm certain I would be faced with more harrying challenged with the change of situation, but those are the ones that are pissing me off at this particular moment, so they are the ones I decided to complain about.
The end.
