Retail Bliss
Today at work we received 76 boxes of shipment, yes...76. That is waaay more boxes than we get on a "normal" shipment day. We're beginning to receive our Summer merchandise which is pretty exciting, and based on the lookbook, I'm going to want a lot of it. Bad news for my Mastercard. <On a side note, just so everyone knows, I currently have nothing on hold at work. That never happens and I'm so proud of myself. It's actually liberating knowing there aren't pieces in the back with my name on them saying, "Buy me Brooke...buy me NOW!" So for the moment I'm good. However, based on some of the stuff I unpacked today, it won't last long.>
Today my whole shift was a stock shift, minus 30 mins on the floor while I was covering another manager's break. More on that later. I loooove doing stock because it means you can wear comfy clothes, not deal with a single client, and be the first to see all the new merch! These three things combined, to me, equal retail bliss.
If you've ever worked retail, you know bliss is hard to come by. Stock and store set are the two things I occasionally get to work on in order to get out of the retail rut. When these shifts come around, they're gladly welcomed and much appreciated. It gives me time to work without having to talk to anyone (unless I want to) and it's actually quite therapeutic.
This morning I was the first of the people working on the stock to arrive at the store, therefore I got the pleasure of scanning in allll 76 boxes which were crammed in our tiny backroom processing area. Seventy six boxes in an area that it probably no bigger than 7" by 15" (roughly?). Trust me. It was tight. So there I was squeezing myself inbetween all these boxes trying to make sure I didn't scan the wrong barcode and making sure I had exactly 76 boxes, no more, no fewer. And of course one of the boxes on the bottom of the pile wouldn't scan because it was squished. Most miserable box-scanning-in-experience ever.
So then I spent a few hours unpacking said boxes, with the help of one other person who had shown up at this time. It took litterally over an hour to unpack them all and get everything (for the most part) sorted. Then we actually began opening pieces and hanging or folding accordingly.
My shift was broken up by a break and then 30 mins on the floor covering the other manager's break. This is when my retail bliss ended. In the half hour I was on the floor the following things happened:
--I was called baby, as in "Baby, can you go see if you have this in a 4?" <insert look of disgust on my face followed by dramatic eye roll here>
--I was asked by a client if she could use a coupon that had expired one month ago. When I said I wasn't sure if it would work, she asked me, "Well, is there another coupon you have out right now that you can give me instead?" NO. <insert my best retail smile here>
--I was punched - yes punched - in the arm by the same woman who called me "baby." When I came back with whatever she wanted in a 4, she was apparently so happy, she punched my arm and squeeled with joy. I was not amused. <insert second look of disgust here>
30 mins. That's all I was on the floor for today. 30 mins. Now, take what I just told you happened to me in only 30 mins and multiply that by 15(ish), maybe 20 if it's a Saturday or Sunday, and you'll have some idea of what I - and my fellow retailers - go through on a daily basis.
Needless to say, I was super excited to see my Co Manager return from her break so I could go back to my stock. Sigh.
Today my whole shift was a stock shift, minus 30 mins on the floor while I was covering another manager's break. More on that later. I loooove doing stock because it means you can wear comfy clothes, not deal with a single client, and be the first to see all the new merch! These three things combined, to me, equal retail bliss.
If you've ever worked retail, you know bliss is hard to come by. Stock and store set are the two things I occasionally get to work on in order to get out of the retail rut. When these shifts come around, they're gladly welcomed and much appreciated. It gives me time to work without having to talk to anyone (unless I want to) and it's actually quite therapeutic.
This morning I was the first of the people working on the stock to arrive at the store, therefore I got the pleasure of scanning in allll 76 boxes which were crammed in our tiny backroom processing area. Seventy six boxes in an area that it probably no bigger than 7" by 15" (roughly?). Trust me. It was tight. So there I was squeezing myself inbetween all these boxes trying to make sure I didn't scan the wrong barcode and making sure I had exactly 76 boxes, no more, no fewer. And of course one of the boxes on the bottom of the pile wouldn't scan because it was squished. Most miserable box-scanning-in-experience ever.
So then I spent a few hours unpacking said boxes, with the help of one other person who had shown up at this time. It took litterally over an hour to unpack them all and get everything (for the most part) sorted. Then we actually began opening pieces and hanging or folding accordingly.
My shift was broken up by a break and then 30 mins on the floor covering the other manager's break. This is when my retail bliss ended. In the half hour I was on the floor the following things happened:
--I was called baby, as in "Baby, can you go see if you have this in a 4?" <insert look of disgust on my face followed by dramatic eye roll here>
--I was asked by a client if she could use a coupon that had expired one month ago. When I said I wasn't sure if it would work, she asked me, "Well, is there another coupon you have out right now that you can give me instead?" NO. <insert my best retail smile here>
--I was punched - yes punched - in the arm by the same woman who called me "baby." When I came back with whatever she wanted in a 4, she was apparently so happy, she punched my arm and squeeled with joy. I was not amused. <insert second look of disgust here>
30 mins. That's all I was on the floor for today. 30 mins. Now, take what I just told you happened to me in only 30 mins and multiply that by 15(ish), maybe 20 if it's a Saturday or Sunday, and you'll have some idea of what I - and my fellow retailers - go through on a daily basis.
Needless to say, I was super excited to see my Co Manager return from her break so I could go back to my stock. Sigh.
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