So the evil overlords of MC Nickels decided to take all coupons away from the customers. It was easy for them. Like taking candy from a baby. Rosemary's Baby, maybe.
A new group of associates, who I will lovingly refer to as "the strangelings" (draw your own conclusions), recently arrived at the gates of hell. Thanks to them, I don't have to be on the register as often. Unfortunately, when I do end up thrust into the middle of the the coupon hungry demon swarm, I have even less patience than before.
Thanks to The Princess Diaries, I learned that Eleanor Roosevelt said "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." I usually take advice from Julie Andrews movies so I often dress in drag to get jobs and am eagerly awaiting adult onset diabetes due to the many spoonfuls of sugar. However, I feel like this is actually something to live by- especially when you work in retail. Unfortunately for customers, I am not so gracious to just let it go- I feel the need to snap back and let them know I am not the subhuman life form they believe me to be.
I will let people complain about the new coupon policy once, then tell them there's simply nothing I can do about it. If they press the issue, I'm not so nice the second go around. Then, the third time's a charm- they win the grand prize of a heaping dose of sarcasm. My newest and favorite response is that I will tell the CEOs at the next MC Nickels convention in Texas. The sad thing is, they gobble this up like a hungry zombie with a smorgasbord of entrails and amble away one satisfied little demon. I'm just stuck left with the leftover carnage.
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