Fabric Faerie back after a really long time, and also back working at my fabric store. I had attempted to break away and get a job/internship relevant to my career... but luckily my manager is still ridiculously awesome and let me have my job back within a week of asking. I still love my store to pieces, but things are starting to get on my nerves.
So, keeping those two bits in mind - new DM moving into our store, and crazy corporate expectations - I have an entitled custy story from today. Settle in, everyone, it's a long one.
So, about halfway through measuring the return, a customer comes up. Tosses a shopping bag onto the cutting table like she just walked into her house, and says something along the lines of "Are you the one who's supposed to help me?"
It's alright, though. We were so busy, I also didn't have time to find a way to tactfully tell Entitled Custy that she had a quarter-sized stain on the back-middle seam of her white capri pants. And if you can't say something nicely, don't say anything at all, right?
I kind of feel bad now about not telling the custy about the stain on her pants... but oh well.
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