13 hours ago
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I should have called in sick....
For the who knows how many days it's been, I got up hacking up another lung, my stomach hurts not from eating (for once) but from coughing so much that I'm not in the best of moods, but I showed up eager (yea, believe that one) to begin my day in Sea Trader. I thought I'd start off strong by taking inventory, but lasted only about 1/2 hour before I had to sit down to contemplate my life. Sara was standing outside contemplating hers when a woman walked up and said "is that shop ever open?" Now, we've been open 7 days a week since Easter...10a.m. - 4p.m. Anyway, Sara said nicely (yea, believe that one too), "yes, it's open 7 days a week..10-4..it's open now.) So this idiot walks in and she's been here 1/2 hour picking up everything in site and then goes next door. So I'm not sure why she cared if I was open today or not. But that's not the part I really am blogging on. Three women came in Sunday I believe when Pat and Connie were working. They gave them so much trouble, Pat had to keep running over to the office to question what she was doing since she was told by one of the women that she was cutting the canvas wrong and charging wrong and God only knows what else. But I refused to come over to handle this as well, I just didn't feel like it...I'm sick people! Well, as usual it came back to bite me on the ass. This morning one of the women came in and asked for the owner and while Connie usually shields me, she threw me under the bus. So the woman came over asked if I was the owner and I admitted that I was and then she says...."the other day I was in and the woman from this shop came over to help me with fabric, but she cut my piece wrong." I said, "Oh, my, well did you bring the piece in with you." At this point I knew this had to be the pain in the ass from Sunday, but I was determined to give her as much sweetness as I could muster today. But then she pulls the fabric out of the bag and says..."You see the selvage is on the bottom, so I can't stitch on it." I have to tell you I thought perhaps the cold was in my ears...and I hadn't heard her correctly, so for a minute (which seems like a long time when it's happening) I just stared at her, telling to figure out a way to nicely say, "LOOK ASSHOLE IT DOESN"T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!" Finally I was able to get out, "Well, I have to tell you that it doesn't make any difference where the selvage is, whether it's on the top of bottom, so if you want you selvage on the sides you really have to ask for that at the time you are getting your fabric cut." (I think that was nice)...but I also said, "but I will gladly cut you a new piece so that the selvage is on the side." But she was not happy with that ... oh she wanted a new piece, but she was also quite adamant that I had to agree that it made a difference. So she picks up the linen and then says, "I don't know how you can stitch on this with the selvage on the bottom...the threads go over and under." I mean People...I'm not dealing with a sane person here...what was I to do? While I felt like a bitch slap was in order...but again, I said, "Madam, the threads go over and under no matter how you hold the fabric." At that point she decided I was as crazy as Connie and Pat and she decided to leave after telling me she could now start her project, The Lavender and Lace Summer Angel..... I expect her back next week to let me know that Connie sold her a piece she couldn't possible do and want a different pattern. Oh, yes, life as a shop owner is always a piece of cake. So when you feel like you can't deal with the idiots at your job...remember my idiots are even worse. Have a great day. It's only noon so I'm sure I'll be blogging all day about the idiots ...however, I might even have a few sane people in..who knows. For the latest in weather...it's foggy, the glare will blind you, but there are still kids on the beach...after all it's the first week of June bugs, which is always one of the calmer weeks and this is no exception. The kids this week are tolerable...but come Saturday I'm getting out my gun!