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Friday, April 15, 2011

Doors, doors, doors.

Dear Customers: If I'm on the phone, answering another customers questions and I hold up the number of fingers close to the amount of clothes you have, that does not mean 'oh, go ahead and try to open the doors and go try on stuff'. No, it means '(X-amount) clothes?' then I try to hang up with that customer, and when you've finally looked at me and said "The door's locked". I will just smile, point at your pile, and ask "How many?" your first response should be a number, not "The door's locked" I will just continue to ask the amount of clothes until you answer me.

Dear Customers: Yes, I lock the damn doors, and no, I will not unlock them until you let me know what your bringing in there. You can't just rush past me and try to get in the door.

Dear Customers: Please don't ask me how your clothes look, seriously, don't. I'm no judge of clothing. I'm wearing what's practically a uniform with a fitting shirt that's too big. On top of that, I have no glasses and can't see the phone I'm running. Hell, I can't even read the big "E"! Just, bring someone with an opinion with you next time.

Dear Customers: I have a name, I tell you it on the phone, and I wear a name badge. Please don't call me "Sweetie Pie" "Little Girl" "Dearie" "Hun" or any other 'endearing' name you can think of. My name is Casey. It's not that hard to learn.

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