EPTHere's some background so it will make more sense. I work in a fine clothing shop as a salesman in a store which has been open since 1862. I've only been there for a month, but it's been great so far, and it pays good. The staff who work there don't make any commission and it's not a high pressure sales environment, but the management still pays attention to who sells how much, which is what sparked the event which garnished this turd of a day.
It started out this morning. I ate my breakfast, surfed TL, drank half a litre of coffee, and proceeded to get dressed in my three piece suit (a three piece has a coat, trousers, and a vest). About 5 minutes before I am to head out, I shit a brick and realize that the bus schedule changes on saturdays. Normally it isn't an issue since I head out early to grab a bagel and coffee downtown, but today I felt like sleeping in and catching the later bus. I flew over to my computer and checked the schedule and sure enough there was a bus coming soon which will get me to work on time. All is good, eh?
80% of the way to my bus stop I realize that I left my bus pass at home and I don't have any bus fare on me. So I have 5 minutes to book it back to my house and grab my bus pass, then book it back to my stop, otherwise I'll be late for work. I do just that and make it back to my stop three minutes later, sweating like hell because it's 20C (about 70F I think) outside and I'm sprinting around in a three piece. Two minutes pass buy and I'm sitting there going all rain man because the bus isn't showing up. Another minute passes by, no bus. Two minutes, no bus, three minutes no bus, four minutes BUS! Not a problem, I'll still make it to work with five minutes to spare.
Things are starting to look up again until this fucking five foot tall (I'm serious he was practically a midget) white dude struts on to the bus decked out like 50cent, or I suppose 5cent is more appropriate . He walked by me and I laughed my ass off on the inside, but few seconds later the horror unleashes itself. This guy smelled like a nasty fucking half dead old dog that hadn't had a wash for the latter half of it's life, and the smell filled up the entire bus.
By the time I get off the bus I want to go take a shower in varnish to make sure the stench doesn't follow me to work, but thankfully it didn't and I get to work on time. Work itself was ok for the first half, albeit very slow. It was the last day of the week and I couldn't wait for it to be over. After lunch I had a shitty time as every customer who came in the store either took one look at the prices on the sale rack then turned around and walked the hell out, or treated me like a fucking car salesman when I ask them if they'd like any help.
Here's where things get better and much worse at the same time. I'm folding sweaters when a couple comes in and asks me if I could help them find a blue blazer for them. I take them over to the coat rack, and then I remembered that my supervisor said to me basically "I don't want to take your confidence away, but if someone comes in asking for a suit or blazer then please direct them to me if I'm not busy." I know that it wasn't anything personal, she just wanted to sell as many suits as possible. So I look over see that she's not busy so I trade them off and go back to folding sweaters. Some time later, a couple comes in which could easily be summed up as a salesman's dream. They were polite, nice, and genuinely cared about my advice from the start. After dealing with assholes for three hours straight it was a welcome change, and I was going to make damn sure these folks got exactly what they wanted. Now they were dressed about how most tourists dress so I was pretty amazed when they asked me to find a good fit in the $995 dollar pure cashmere overcoats. I grabbed the guy a 42 and it fit like a glove; no collar roll, the sleeves were proper length, and he filled out the shoulders sublimely. They ask me to set it aside for them so they can keep shopping. Next he asks me to find a good fit in the Tommy Bahama jeans we carry. The waist and seat fitted good, but the legs were far too long since he wasn't a very tall fellow. They decided to take them anyway.
So at this point about to have an orgasm because I'm about to make an $1100 sale for the second time in a row this week. I punch in the items, run their card, and send those folks on their merry way with a Canadian made cashmere overcoat and a pair of some very high caliber jeans. That's when the day got shitty again. My supervisor was still helping her customers but she came over to me and said,"We have to talk." She said it like she was pissed off, but I had no idea why that would be the case since I just made a monster sale. After her customers leave, she pulls me aside to have a chat. Instead of giving you the whole speech I'll just some it up. Basically it was this 15 minute long "You don't have to apologize, and I'm not mad but screw you," speech. Apparently the couple she had helped for about a half hour decided not to get anything and left. I don't know exactly what occurred just before this but according to her the couple who ended up buying the cashmere coat should've have been her sale. The problem is, the people who ended up buying the coat from me approached me, and as far as I knew my supervisor hadn't even talked to them at that point. I know for a fact that whatever she had supposedly helped them with didn't amount to anything, as she was well and busy dressing the mannequin while these people were in the store, not helping them with sizing and fitting like I had done.
So by the end of this speech I'm some strange combination of depressed and confused since throughout the speech she had to repeatedly say "and you don't have to apologize," or "it's not really your fault," simply because she knew that I hadn't done anything wrong. The only reason she even brought it up was because my sale worked out and hers hadn't, and we both knew it. The reality is the only way it could've worked out in her favour was if I randomly decided to run the sale through as my her sale after helping the couple out for 15 minutes with no reason to believe she had even said hello to them, or when the couple walked up to me and asked me for help I just told them to wait 15 minutes until my supervisor was finished with another sale while I continued to fold sweaters. The rest of the day was pretty shitty as well. She was flaming butt hurt for an hour after it happened, and I wasn't really sure if I should greet customers or not since they could be people she walked by on the street last week and thus should be her sales.
I'm quite sure that it will all blow over soon since according to the other coworkers she has a habit of doing this kind of thing then joking and apologizing the next day about it. She's going on holidays for two weeks now so hopefully by the time she gets back she will either let me try doing a few suit and sport coat sales or at least forget that it happened. Either way I don't really care.
So that's pretty much it. Thanks for letting me vent TL ^^.
