Normally I am a very punctual person. Growing up my father believed
that being 'on time' was arriving at least fifteen minutes early to an
event, my mom tends to be less punctual however since I am my father's
daughter I tend to arrive early. Today my plan to sleep in was
disrupted by my mom calling me. Typically I would have been up by the
time she called however I got home late last night and I was so wired
after work I decided I needed sleep more than my family needed clean
clothing or vacuumed floors. Lately I've been taking advantage of the
warmer weather and walking down by the lake. Today I was ready to skip
my walk entirely but then I remembered I'm trying to get into better
shape and for me exercise is a great tension reliever. About halfway
through my rainy walk I turned around. By the time I got back home my
sweatshirt was soaked and I could hardly breathe I was so cold.
Instead of taking a nice hot shower I decided the bathroom needed
cleaning. After that I moved on to the living room. While I was cleaning
in there my husband came in to discuss our artwork situation. His idea
is to get a couple of prints and rotate through those. The idea of
having to store more things makes me anxious. Clutter in general
stresses me out, I'm a control freak and feeling my environment spin out
of control makes me rather unpleasant to deal with. Anyways after the
living room was clean and some of the paintings were down I went into my
room to start cleaning in there. Somehow I ended up hanging out with my
husband in bed where we talked about some shirts he had purchased. I explained that I didn't think
the shirts fit and he told me they were just shirts so I should let go
of the idea that they were somehow less than ideal.
Eventually we moved past that topic, from there we talked about the
girls and how to handle some things they're going through. Unfortunately
for yours truly it was such a good conversation that I lost track of
time.
I felt bad about punching in late especially after my boss said he
wasn't worried about being busy because he knew me and my coworker were
always there much earlier than clock in time. The day went well for him
which meant he was in a good mood. We beat our goal today and the girl I
work with did an amazing job with some people I had worked with
previously. Some day I hope to give that guy a
story of his own although initially I worked with him and his
girlfriend. Today he brought his mom and grandmother in to the store I
work at. I wish I could have worked with his family but the girl I work
with got some good sales out of them so maybe it was better that she had
the opportunity to work with someone nice. The funny thing about him
coming back in is he was pretty frustrated when I met him. He didn't
like the shoes I suggested but he did end up getting them after I
explained how much arch support they had. Today he told me he loved the
shoes he bought and more importantly he gave me a hug which I was not expecting but was still very
nice.
Another nice thing that happened was my husband brought my girls in
to see me. That always helps and it most definitely helped after I had a
customer with a size ten foot walk out with a size seven pair of shoes.
Shoes are not rocket science and it just bugs me when people are so
vain that they will force their foot into something that doesn't fit
just because they like it. After that family left I was so frustrated I
had to go in back to cool down. When I came back out there was a guy
standing by the clearance shoes. A lot of people don't like selling
closeout shoes because they don't make much money selling them but
fortunately for me I happened to grab a pair that fit him extremely well
and then since the first pair he wanted was so cheap he decided he
could afford the second pair that fit almost as well as the first. At
work we talk about not prejuding people. You never know who is going to
buy what and that guy is a perfect example of why it pays to treat
everyone well. Because I treated him the way he deserved to be treated I
was able to turn a potential forty dollar sale into a three hundred and
fifty dollar sale and I did this in spite of his nagging bitch of a
wife who treated me like dirt and him like he was four instead of almost
sixty.
Days like today are frustrating because I had a huge return. Both of
my coworkers pulled down over two grand in sales while my day was about
half that. Part of it was my fault because I didn't come in early and
part of it is this woman I spent tons of time with returned two pairs of
shoes and plans on returning a third pair. I don't mind when people
return things as long as they're nice about it. She has an extremely difficult foot to fit plus she has some
other issues that make her foot tough to fit. This past week has been
tough for me in terms of sales but I try to make sure all of my sales
are quality sales even when one woman spends an hour and a half trying
on thirteen separate pairs of clogs. No one measured her foot when she
bought her first pair. I had to apologize to her for that and since I
assumed she had been measured I wasted a lot of time working on making
the wrong size work for her. To sum up my day it had good spots, it had
some facets I could have done without but when I came home and saw my
new polka dotted shower curtain and striped soap dispenser that my
children chose I had to acknowledge that today life is
good.