Jeez RHU! Things at work are going cray cray especially when you’re trying to get a brand new store open and trying to get everything ready. I’m working like a dog without the prize of a bone dangling in front of me so my stress level is through the roof. Thank God for the miracle of meds to stabilize my mood!
Anyway, I mentioned before that I got transferred to a new gift store on the other side of town which is exciting. Now this particular area is very ritzy and has a good touristy population. However, it’s also very exclusive and garners a lot of political drama, especially when a new business enters into the fray. I can’t begin to tell you how many of the locals are checking us out with suspicion and love to share their insights with me. Here’s a couple.
Couple walks in.
Me: Hi, can I help you?
Custy: Oh I’m just checking out your new store. This used to be a General Store for many years. It’s so sad that they closed. I see you sell gifts. Well the other stores here sell gifts too. What makes you guys so special?
Me: I think we sell things customers might find interesting.
Custy: Hopefully, you guys last.
Hopefully, we last? Did that sound sincere? Call me crazy but it sounds like they want us to fail.
Me: Hello, how are you?
Custy: Fine. I see you just opened. This used to be a General Store for many years before they closed. You really should rethink what you guys are selling. Your merchandise might not do so well in this area. Good luck. Hope you do well.
Again, another hope you do well. Now I know that was a zing at the store. Now understand, I’m just a retail slave. I don’t make the decisions on what we sell or the location, but it seems that everyone coming in particularly from the locals are wanting us to fail which I have to tell you, RHU, sucks. I’m getting the impression that we’re the redheaded stepchild that everyone hates. Oh and that’s not the worst of it. We also have our competitors.
You want to talk drama. When you’re a new business RHU in town, you’re bound to have store owners coming in to spy on the merchandise. I get it. We might sell some things that are similar, and it becomes a cutthroat competition concerning pricing and merchandising to the point it becomes like the Hatfields versus the McCoys. Everyone is out for the blood, and I can’t begin to tell you how many spies visiting start to take notes on what we have. It’s only when we find out through our manager that our competitors are making calls in protest of some of the products as a kind of cease and desist order.
Boy RHU, I feel like a young Chris Rock from Everybody Hates Chris. The locals really aren’t welcoming. Oh well, I guess we’ll have to prove them wrong!