I began my job at Mountaineers a couple weeks ago and it's been rather up and down. I suppose I'm glad to be out of the restaurant business for right now, but retail is a very different animal indeed, and I'm still getting used to it.
I work in the meat department, so you could say I know how to handle my meat. (groan) Our customers are anywhere from young students to rich people with one foot in the grave. The latter are the worst, as you probably know from experience.
I got screeched at by an old woman because she wasn't being specific with what she wanted and she expected me to be psychic. I've also been called stupid a couple times. Ah, it's good to be working again.
The cast of characters I work with are very interesting indeed, especially one guy who's about my age. We'll call him Thespian, because he bullshits like a pro. Thespian knows next to nothing about meat or cookery despite working at Mountaineers for a good 8 months, but he puts on a show like you wouldn't believe. He has a very deep, impressive voice that he projects when speaking to customers over the counter (for some reason, he labours under the delusion that if they're on the other side of the counter, they're on the other side of the store and can't hear when he speaks normally) and often greets the customers with "Are you still TAKING A LOOK, or do you need ANY HELP?" He is also very condescending when it comes to their choices or pronunciation. One poor Asian man came in looking for ground chuck, and Thespian corrected him three times before helping him. Despite his flaws, Thespian's fun to work with, and can be very funny.
There are a few people that I despise working with. Here's some back story: my boyfriend used to work in the same department at the same Mountaineers, and a lot of the people he worked with loved him and therefore are cool with me, but two people disliked him and have it out for me. I discovered who they were on the second day of the job, because they didn't bother to look at or talk to me unlike everyone else. I mentioned it to one of my trainers, who glanced over and told me basically not to expect anything from them, as they are douchebags. I'll elaborate on them further in my next post. Gotta get back to work.
Love, kisses, and filet mignon,