retailers have given up even trying to be subtle about getting shitmas stock out. i've seen whole aisles since early september. how much more of this crap do people need? people don't seem to be buying much of anything at the moment, judging by the daily roll call of failing retailers.
I went into the Range Southampton to look for art supplies. Jeez....yes the place was packed with Christmas tat. However they had not prepared any space for this said tat. So they had filled almost every space between the aisles with said tat. Now most of it lit up and or played feckin music too. So the power was supplied with endless seeming extension leads taped to the floor that you had to walk or push a trolley over....Had the fire alarm sounded it would have been a nasty place to be. Actually it was nasty anyway.
Post by thesentientpasty on Oct 21, 2019 22:34:54 GMT
...And a year has passed. WTF? A freaking YEAR?
Today? Same-old. Tomorrow, this week, the next month? More. Of. The. Same. Same-old samey shite. I had an angry customer today who was angry because he likes it that way. I, to be honest, couldn't be arsed.
So it's time to go,
There's a post up locally for a charity shop manager, which I'm being interviewed for on Tuesday. More Retail. Presumably including jigsaws with missing pieces and chipped Royal Mugs, and trying to motivate volunteer staff who don't get paid. I don't fancy it much, but I could walk to work, and it would involve much teas and biscuits. And with that feeling in my mind, there's also a managerial job in a proper store which is ten minutes' walk way, which I sort of fancy. A discount on useful stuff. Easy sellin'.
We'll see. But I sense my minion status at M&S is coming to a close. As it ought.
Post by thesentientpasty on Nov 8, 2019 23:32:07 GMT
Out the back, of course, the Christmas crap you know you don't really need is filtering in, clogging chillers, freezers, the warehouse, any spare rooms and, indeed, the colleague toilets (because there is literally nowhere else to put it) and it's increasing day by day. And, for feck's sake, it's not even mid November.
Out the front, Christmas is undeniably coming. It's everywhere in the store. Can't move without tripping over a mince pie.
I was on self-scan patrol today. A customer, aged about 55, with his Mum (!), was attempting to self-scan stuff. It was busy, my eyes were elsewhere - but swerved towards him as he threw his first four items back into the trolley.
"Is there a problem? Can I scan stuff for you?"
This is retail shorthand for "You are an obnoxious wanker, incapable of being polite, and liable, even as an alleged adult, to embarrass your own mother in front of her."
I scanned. I bagged. He seethed. His Mum caught my eye. She knew she'd given birth to a dick.
He stuck his card in the scanner. It was (such bliss!) declined. He went purple. The sort of colour that leads to apoplexy by, at least, the carpark. Which, being outside my jurisdiction, is ok.
His mum shrugged.
I pressed a coupla buttons and politefully said "try it again!"
It worked. And he/they went.
Now, before I write "the arsehole", the ONE thing I love about retail, is that however BAD any customer is, you can be assured there'll be a lovely, really sweet one, along within a moment.
And it was thus.
We chatted, we laughed, we swapped rice pudding recipes. I gave her a £5 off voucher.
Ah yes, Christmas Crap Season approaches, just had that discussion with my daughter “What do want Dad” ...” Nothing but a few hugs from you and my granddaughter” replied I. Never have been much of a Christmas fan but as the first one without my wife at my side it will be even less of a 'celebration', I am hoping that the usual giving of transferring $$$ to retail merchants in exchange for stuff that the recipient does not want and may never use is substantially restrained. Having zero time for religious claptrap and not being a shopaholic I shudder to think what I may be subjected to next week when forced to enter a local mall to access some service organization who seem to think its a good place to set up shop. You may be able to hear me mutter Bah Humbug as I navigate around those piles of crap that will undoubtedly be on display already.
Perhaps you can also learn how to motivate the few Sleeepyville members to post a few words here once in a while ........
ahem... did someone say my name....
did I miss whether Bez got the charity shop job? I saw the mention of volunteers and felt compelled to jump in. Volunteers have you over a barrel in a way - they can drive you nuts but you can't manage without them. Just be prepared for them to say "no" if you ask them to do something they don't want to.
Post by thesentientpasty on Dec 8, 2019 20:48:02 GMT
Last shift is this Saturday. I'll miss the colleagues. They have, on the whole, been a blast. And they have, in several instances, done years on the Retail Frontline. They know how it is. Achieve the impossible on a daily basis, with not enough time or people. Smile while taking the shit the customers dump on them. Heroes, all.
Post by thesentientpasty on Dec 15, 2019 0:39:31 GMT
No more the M&S uniform. No more locker #17 key. No more swipe carding my way into or out of hours of endless drudgery. No more gruesome corporate bollocks-speak trying to incentivise me. It was never going to work, now, was it?
I'm done, The Job. Thank you but no. Enough.
Gotta be time for a new thread, yes?! New job kicks off Monday.
What I know so far...
Monday: Induction. Tea. Biscuits. Maybe a wander around my store. Tuesday: Christmas Lunch for All Staff! Wednesday: "we sort of wind down for Christmas at that point and don't work again till January."