My Day of Infamy

I got written up.  In case you haven't noticed, I'm a little snarky.  I'm usually not that snarky with the customers unless I know them, but every once in awhile, my dry sense of humor comes pouring out like an elephant stampede.  This is a little long, so bear with me.

An old guy came into the store and it was rather early around 9:30am.  We were getting hit hard with deliveries and it was right before a major holiday so filling the shelves was a necessity.  I was building a display of Beaujolais Nouveau.  Yeah, it finally arrived!  The old guy stops while I was sweating my ass of building this huge display and starts a conversation with me.

Old Guy: "Can I make a suggestion for you?"

Me: "Sure."  Wiping my brow.

Old Guy: You should stock the shelves at night because I can't navigate the store."

Me: "Well, we like to sleep at night."

Was that offensive to you?  It was to this guy.  I'm sure it was the waaaaaay I said it, all smiles and such.

He had a con-nip-shit telling me how nasty my comment was.  I assured him my comment was not nasty and apologized if he thought so, but he assured me back how nasty I was.  Maybe I should have told him that this little organization called the UNION doesn't allow drivers to deliver at night?  Whatever.  These old guys don't have anything better to do than to call your boss, complain and try to get you fired.  The ironic part was, he left in a good mood with a case of wine.

Right when my shift was about to be over, my boss called me into the office and told me quite angrily how he had to write me up because of the old guy.  He never asked me what happened, just handed me to write-up to sign.  When I read it, it made no sense.  Something like he told me he wanted oranges and I said I wanted to sleep at night.  And, I told him that this made no sense, so, I explained it on the back in writing.  Let's at least be accurate.  The only extra tid-bit on the form said that, this was my one and only warning.  My warning for what?  Telling people I like to sleep at night?  Getting a complaint?  People always complain about the female manager - she's the bitch, right?  I get at least one every year and that's not about to change.  Whatever.  There's a little more to this story, but you'll have to wait until the book comes out.  For now, there is a black mark on my squeaky clean record.

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