In June, after Raymond’s debacle after hours, I was told by Calvin to never let anyone in the store once it is closed. It’s a rule I follow, even when a woman says she’s from next door and needs help.
So last night, at around 8:45, Sean and I are winding down, wanting to leave after working all day. The phone rings. It;s some guy, saying he’s in a cab and wants to know when the store closes. I tell them 9:00.
He says he is trying to get here in time and I tell him he had better get here by 9:00. 9:00 surely comes and the guy doesn’t show. The door is locked and I start the final closing of the store, running credit card receipts, and printing out data and counting money.
There is a knock on the door. It’s the guy who phoned. I tell him sorry, but he’s too late. The computer says 9:03, his iPhone shows 9:01. I still tell him I’m sorry, the computers are now in closing mode. If it was a customer I knew or recognized I would have given him the cigar and written a note saying So & So owes blah blah blah.
But I never saw this guy before, this wasp vaginal slang. He moaned and walked away dejected. I finished up the closing of the store, Sean was gone by now and I headed out. I thought that would be the last of it.
Came home, saw Julio & Stine for a few minutes, watched some TV and went to bed. Woke up, needed milk and it was off to the supermarket for me. Came home, had breakfast and soon was wiaiting in the rain for the bus. Off the bus onto the subway and soon I was back at work.
Things were weird. Don was there, as was Marcus and Calvin. Apparently the wasp vaginal slang wrote an email saying that I was rude, and that I led him on promising cigars and then not letting him in the store.
He also wrote, (or so I was told) that he will never shop at this store again. Never mind the fact that I sold over $5000.00 worth of products yesterday, earning that big 1/3 of 1% commission. The fact that I followed the rules and did not let someone in the store after hours (or after minutes) was enough of a red flag to call me out.
Marcus was upset that we did not get this wasp vaginal slang’s $20.00. He asked if it were my store would I have done the same and I said yes. He was worried that this wasp vaginal slang (who no one has never said no to before probably) was going to have his ‘end of the month’ celebratory cigar somewhere else and bad mouth the shop.
As if the shop isn’t bad mouthed by some regular customers sometimes while sitting in the backroom smoking cigars. Marcus tried to smooth things over and I merely told him the whole situation was weird.
He thought a better word could be used but I insisted weird was the proper word. I have got to get out of this place and the sooner the better. They want me to work these god damned Monday Night Football events, and extra hours will be needed for the holiday season.
I have an interview scheduled for Monday afternoon with Macy’s in Jersey City. I may be unloading trucks for the holiday season and that seems alright for me. At least I can walk to and from there.
May 31, 2010. Happier and heavier.
