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Urge to kill rising...
Oct. 2nd, 2008 06:40 pmI have previously mentioned that the area I am in charge of at work has a case full of cheap and stinky perfumes. It is kept locked to prevent theft. Since I can't spend every hour of the day standing next to the perfume case waiting for people who want to purchase their favorite Eau de' Stench, there is a bell installed next to the case. The bell has a doorbell style push button and plays a chime that sounds like a grandfather clock sounding the hour.
The Health and Beauty department located next to mine has a similar locked case containing electric razors. That case also has a push-button style bell. The razor case bell has a ring that sounds like the bell that gets rung before each round in a boxing match. The different bell sounds lets workers know which case a customer is needing help at. It should be noted that the speakers for both bells are mounted in between the two areas.
This morning, a young (about 20 years old) co-worker from another section thought it would be fun to ring the bell at the razor case and run away. He did this a few times before the Health and Beauty manager kindly but firmly let him know that the joke wasn't funny anymore. The kid said he wouldn't do it anymore and left.
A short while later, I was in the health and beauty section giving the dept, manager there a hand when the razor case bell went off. D. the manager, went to the razor case and found no one there. Shaking her head, she returned to work. A few moments later, the bell rang again and no one was there. This repeated itself for quite some time. Annoyed, the both of us kept looking around for the other co-worker to tell him to stop flogging that particular dead horse. Neither of us could figure out where would-be prankster was hiding at.
Then, the bell rang while D happened to be standing next to the razor case. There was no one else there. Suspicion dawned on her and she raced over to my perfume case. Sure enough, the little bastard had pulled the bell ringers off of the cases and switched them. There had been a woman standing at my perfume case for about 15 minutes ringing that bell.
Why the lady didn't try and flag down employees passing by for help is beyond me but she was justifiably pissed off at both me and D when we finally arrived to help her. She told us that her waiting had made her late for work. She calmed down a bit when we explained what the little twerp we work with did to us and apologized but she still wasn't happy. I think that the murderous looks in our eyes went a long ways towards convincing the customer that we were telling the truth.
When we tracked down the kid, we gave him a largely inflated version of how the customer reacted. We both feel that he deserves to be nervous around us and who we might report his actions to.
Grr...
In non work-suck related news, I've been wondering if it's worthwhile to dress up for Halloween. I usually threaten to go as a nudist (trust me, it's a horrible threat) but I hear that jail cells are really cold this time of year. I've been thinking of getting a pair of tattered wings, a ragged green dress and painting my face like a zombie. I would be Tinkerbell if no one clapped.
The Health and Beauty department located next to mine has a similar locked case containing electric razors. That case also has a push-button style bell. The razor case bell has a ring that sounds like the bell that gets rung before each round in a boxing match. The different bell sounds lets workers know which case a customer is needing help at. It should be noted that the speakers for both bells are mounted in between the two areas.
This morning, a young (about 20 years old) co-worker from another section thought it would be fun to ring the bell at the razor case and run away. He did this a few times before the Health and Beauty manager kindly but firmly let him know that the joke wasn't funny anymore. The kid said he wouldn't do it anymore and left.
A short while later, I was in the health and beauty section giving the dept, manager there a hand when the razor case bell went off. D. the manager, went to the razor case and found no one there. Shaking her head, she returned to work. A few moments later, the bell rang again and no one was there. This repeated itself for quite some time. Annoyed, the both of us kept looking around for the other co-worker to tell him to stop flogging that particular dead horse. Neither of us could figure out where would-be prankster was hiding at.
Then, the bell rang while D happened to be standing next to the razor case. There was no one else there. Suspicion dawned on her and she raced over to my perfume case. Sure enough, the little bastard had pulled the bell ringers off of the cases and switched them. There had been a woman standing at my perfume case for about 15 minutes ringing that bell.
Why the lady didn't try and flag down employees passing by for help is beyond me but she was justifiably pissed off at both me and D when we finally arrived to help her. She told us that her waiting had made her late for work. She calmed down a bit when we explained what the little twerp we work with did to us and apologized but she still wasn't happy. I think that the murderous looks in our eyes went a long ways towards convincing the customer that we were telling the truth.
When we tracked down the kid, we gave him a largely inflated version of how the customer reacted. We both feel that he deserves to be nervous around us and who we might report his actions to.
Grr...
In non work-suck related news, I've been wondering if it's worthwhile to dress up for Halloween. I usually threaten to go as a nudist (trust me, it's a horrible threat) but I hear that jail cells are really cold this time of year. I've been thinking of getting a pair of tattered wings, a ragged green dress and painting my face like a zombie. I would be Tinkerbell if no one clapped.
