I think I've found the music I'll be listening to for NaNoWriMo. So far I've got Muzsikas' Blues for Transylvania, Throwing Muses' Real Ramona, Lemon Jelly's Lost Horizons (if you just need music to put you in a good mood, you absolutely must buy Lost Horizons. Here you can read Amazon reviews), and probably some Gary Numan (been listening to Telekon a lot, lately) too. And I downloaded Mint Royale's album, who did the remix of Singin' in the Rain for GolfGTI ad? I think Gene Kelly would be quite proud...
You can now download the new Kate Bush single from her website.
Work has been driving me mad, and not just because of the pregnancy. My colleague, the one who's been trying to get pregnant since well, forever, was somewhat depressed yesterday. She got a drive-by from one of her brothers, who told her that his ex-gf is now pregnant with his second child. She was moaning about how it felt to get all these pregnancy announcements while she's been trying so hard...
Mr Oro's got the latest round of paperwork to fill out for his visa application. The worst news is that there are only three places in Britain he can get the medical - London, Birmingham, and Edinburgh. It's first come, first serve, and we're praying he won't have to go to London. He hates it and I wouldn't be able to go with him as we're in financial straits at the moment (yes, another month where he doesn't know if he's going to get paid, whee!). We can afford $500 in flights and filing fees, but our plans to redo the bathroom have gone out the window unless we can get a three piece suite for cheap.
So you're at the front desk of the shop where you work with another colleague, when a customer comes up and says she's here to pay for a bedroom furniture package. Now, we have a display model of the package in the store with a big sign on it that says, SOLD. We're also running a 20% off sale on all items apart from special orders; furniture that has to be ordered from the warehouse.
The following conversation then occurs:
Colleague, getting ready to fill out the furniture order form: Can you put this through the till (our new fancy computer registers are up and running this week. Apart from when they crash. Which is daily.)?
Me: Sure. Does the package come up automatically?
Me: Well, get the lady's details and we'll figure it out from there.
Lady: The name's Cassidy and you already have his credit card details on the order form that was filled out the other day.
Colleague, starting to search through the furniture book, where we keep our copies of the orders: Oh okay. What about the discount? Does that come up automatically?
Me: I dunno.
Lady: Listen, I'm late for something, can you just put it through now?
Me: No, he'll need to come in to sign the paperwork.
Lady: No, just bypass the signature, I've got his pin.
Colleague looks at me.
Me: I'm afraid I can't do that, he need to sign the paperwork.
Lady: Well, can't you go ask somebody.
Me to manager, knowing she's going to say 'no': Lady wants to pay by hubby's card with his pin.
Me, I walk back to the front desk with a smile of satisfaction because the customer's a complete cunt: No, I'm sorry, we can't accept the order without his written signature.
Lady, answering phone: Oh! They won't take the order. Then, to us: He'll be in tomorrow to speak to the manager to sort this!
And off she goes.
Colleague: Yeah, I told her that since we had to order her furniture from the warehouse she wouldn't be getting the 20%.
So I ask you, dear readers. Would you expect to be able to buy furniture or, indeed, anything that cost almost $2000 dollars, with someone elses credit card? Hmm? I mean she could have been anyone off the goddamned street, and who would be liable? That's right, not just the store, but me, as I would have been the person listed on the receipt.
Don't think so.
Just because you say the price of a curtain is one thing, don't get all offended when we tell you that it isn't. It's a small store, we know our stock. What's more, when you bring it to the front dest without the packaging, that's just makes you look suspicious.
Especially when it's an item we haven't had in the store in months.
Even more especially when you go away and return in less than a minute with the packaging that we searched for and were unable to find.
You bought the item for the price on the packet, which was less than what I quoted you, but we've got your number now, and believe you me, we're keeping an eye out.
And now, it's time to prepare for day 6 of my work week. Joy.