What are you eating today (Monday) or yesterday?

Yesterday my work shift was full of bad-tempered customers. I'm wondering if they've all spent too much time with family in the past week or so. Even the ones who were pleasant were trying. For example:

Female customer: Do you have any low-heeled black boots in a size 8?

Jean (glancing around the shoe department and thinking of the many boots in the stockroom): No, not off hand, but I don't work in the shoe department.

Customer: I know that. I called you over here because I saw you over in lingerie and thought that helping me would give you a break.

Jean (thinking that climbing ladders in the stockroom in search of low-heeled black boots in size 8 can hardly be considered a break from sizing panties): Let me see if I can find a shoe specialist to help you.

Oh well. If I can just survive today's shift, and all these people get the ugliness out of their systems on New Year's Eve, and sleep it off tomorrow, maybe life will go back to normal. Whatever that is.

Today's food plan:
B: protein latte
S: oatmeal w/ applesauce & walnuts
S: banana w/ peanut butter
L: leftover sausage & sauteed onions & dabbage
S: trail mix
S: Babybel cheese w/ apple slices
D: shrimp ****tail, ricotta-crab quiche bites, leftover kale salad
S: cinnamon oatmeal breakfast cookie

My fitness studio is closed today. I have a hunch that I'll get plenty of exercise climbing ladders in the stockroom in search of low-heeled, black size 8 boots.

Jean

Size 8? What tiny feet. :)

Your customer wanting you in the shoe department reminds me of a call that I had when I worked at a bank for several years in tech support. A customer called up wanting to know if the City of Syracuse accepted American Express. Being that I didn't work for either location, I couldn't answer her question. She demanded that I ask my supervisor who had pretty much the same amused reaction that I did.

B: eggs, rye toast, apple juice

S: fruit smoothie

L: tuna salad over romaine lettuce, milk

S: fat free refried beans with melted shredded low fat sheddar

D: grilled salmon, steamed broccoli

S: hot chocolate and fluff

Exercise: Until the complex throws down salt, ice-melt, or sand, I don't dare leave our apartment. My husband almost fell four times when taking out the trash last night. Our parking lot is a sheet of ice. So I guess, I'll be getting on my treadmill from home. It's also only 25 degrees out and I'm not all eager to leave the warmth of the house :)

Another customer scolded me yesterday because we seldom have women's size 11 shoes.

The customer asking about the City of Syracuse's acceptance of AE is wonderful. It's kind of like a customer asking me if Macy's carries pantyhose. I try to be pleasant when I answer, "Why don't you call Macy's and ask them?" And then they say, "Do you have the phone number for Macy's?"

i'd tell you to say it's 1-800-555-1212, but i believe that was discontinued several years back for toll-free directory assistance. as for scolding you, that's ridiculous. #1 size 11 feet aren't all that common, #2 if they want more of a selection at size 11, talk to a manager in shoes, heck, even payless doesn't carry a huge selection of size 11 shoes. i think it's a whole whopping three feet wide, if memory serves from last visit.  i guess people don't figure that if they have shoe sizes outside of the norm, that they might have a tad bit of difficulty finding serviceable, yet attractive shoes. my sister in law has that issue but on the other side of the spectrum - size 5 1/2 to size 6 feet.

i'd tell you to say it's 1-800-555-1212, but i believe that was discontinued several years back for toll-free directory assistance.

Ha! I'm going to remember that. The fact that toll-free directory assistance no longer exists matters not one bit when I'm dealing with someone like that.

Your story reminds me of an ambulance call I once had. One of our "frequent flyers" called at 3:00 am for rectal bleeding. We arrived to find him standing, ready to hop in the back. He explained that he was really constipated and had been "picking poop" out with his finger. It caused massive bleeding according to him. When I asked to see the blood he showed me a washcloth with 2 little spots of faint blood. I tried to convince him that he didn't need to go to the hospital to no avail. Because we were not allowed to refuse transport to anyone who wanted it we had to take him in. When I called report to the ED we were taking him to I expressed ()because people have scanners) I described it as "digital trauma" The RN who answered the radio said "You're kidding, right?" I said I wasn't and to her question of why we were bringing him there I just said "Ummm... because he loves you". By the time we got report written, and returned to base we had been gone over 3 hours. BTW my daughter was my partner and was laughing her a** off. When I told her that it was a basic EMT call, not needing a paramedic, so she could tend in the back she told me "That's ok mom, you have the advanced license and so you get all the ****ty work". I hate her.

B. protein bar

L. cheese and Wasa Crackers (I am addicted to those suckers)

S. shake

D. Chicken salad  rice for hubby

S. Almonds

Enjoy your work in the shoe dept!

Digital trauma! I love that. Your daughter sounds like a chip off the old block. And surely you know that moms always get the ****ty work.

That reminds me of a JCP story that came back to me at work yesterday. The store was supposed to close at 6 pm. I made a 15-minute warning announcement, a store closing announcement at 6 pm, and a "the store is closed" reminder announcement at 6:10 pm, but several customers ignored all that, including a woman who had dashed into the store at 5:55 pm. As a result, the store associates didn't get to leave until 6:30 pm.

While waiting to go, a young coworker asked what on earth could JCP sell that would solve a customer's emergency? It's not like we sell bread and milk. So I told her about the time a woman rushed up to me in lingerie and told me she needed to buy a pair of panties ASAP because she had just pooped in her pants. She raced to the restroom with the new panties and then came back to ask me if I'd throw out the soiled panties for her. Ugh. Why she couldn't toss the soiled ones into the trash in the restroom I'll never know. I think she just wanted to bellyache to someone about her incontinence issues.

My daughter sure is a chip. The night we got called to a man having a psychotic break was one of those times. When I walked in he suddenly screamed "Satan get away from me!" Nikki leaned over to the cop that was in there and said so I could hear her and said "I see he has already met my mother!" Witch.