Corpse Run 133: Eagle Eye
One of the strange things that happens to me at work every day is that people ask me if I work there. Now, I wear a name tag, which I feel should be a dead giveaway. I also carry a folder emblazoned with the store’s name on it, which is also a dead giveaway. Additionally, I carry around pamphlets and fliers about weekly promotional deals.
Finally, I’m wearing dress shoes, black pants, a button down shirt, and a tie. I know of no one who wears those things for comfort.
Sometimes, however, I understand the confusion. If someone saw me from behind, or if… well, I guess that’s the only time it might be hard to tell.
On the flip side, here is a list of activities I was preforming when customers actually asked me if I was an employee:
Walking out of the warehouse with a TV on a handtruck; ringing up a different customer at a register; climbing a ladder to reach some high up products; placing pricing labels on previously used items; stacking speaker sets for a display; and many more.
I understand that some people think it’s rude to assume, but when I’m riding a fucking motorized forklift, it is in fact ok to make that assumption.
I KNOW a guy who wears those things for comfort! He’s… a tea party supporter.
to be fair, it’s an easy way to start a conversation without just demanding that someone else serve you. which can be nice on occasion. in the end, a lot of social interactions are superfluous.
Hehe,
3 months ago, I was at the beverage department to buy beer for a party.
Suddenly a mid-aged woman asked me from behind which brands of beers she should bring as a present for her Friends in French (I´m living in Germany by the way).
So i advised her for nearly 10 minuets ( again germany =lots of brands :D)
Suddenly she stands still like freezed and looked at me from head till toe and asked: “Why don`t you wear the same clothes like your colleagues?”
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Probably i should mention, that I weared a polo shirt with the label of the company I´m working for (electronics). It was dark blue while the uniform of that place were a very colorful red. (again afer 10 minutes!!!!, just saying)]
I answered: “Oh I don`t work here miss.”
She:”what? so why the hell are you helping me? are you a pervert or something?”
Me. :-/ :-/ :-/ “What?”
Than she turned around and reached lightspeed before she got to the doors.
One of this moments when you ask yourself: Why the fuck should I care?
^^
Well … “Hello” is a very common and easy way to start conversation, too. Perhaps followed by a “Can you help me?”. Works fine, at least here in Germany.
There’s nothing wrong about assuming someone works somewhere (although I frequently am asked some stuff in random stores while wearing random clothes. Must be my sales clerk puss.), but there’s one thing I really hate when people assume it: That I do speak English. Yes, it’s pretty common here, but still there’s nothing wrong about asking instead of just babbling away, best from behind while I’m talking to another customer and without saying “hello” or “excuse me” or something …
Oh, customers …!
I know this feeling -.- I work at a Dollar General and I will have my nametag on, and a customer will walk up to me and see the nametag, and they will STILL ask me if I work there -.- “No, I’m wearing this out of pure amusement”