HOLY BALLS.
HOLY.
BALLS.
What the fuck, I dont even....
It's a doosey, ladies and gents.
Old Slavery has these mega sales called One Day Wonders. No doubt you've heard of them. They're always on Saturdays and they feature one item for one day at a ridiculous price, usually with a limit per customer.
Today's was $6 Polo shirts. We also had $2 flip flops, and all bottoms in clearance were $6.
I did not understand the word madhouse until today.
I was working the fitting room and I couldn't keep up with the mess. People were bringing in fucktons of clothes (most fitting rooms have limits! Ours is ten!!!), taking forever, and then not buying ANY OF IT, leaving it all over the floor, in my bins, freaking EVERYWHERE. SO MUCH.
The picture is from around 4pm? Yeah. Fucking holy balls.
Also, I'm sick. Again. Goddamn dustmite allergy.
So yeah, tiring day. To top it all off, even after the customers left, my processing bin kept mysteriously filling. Dumbfuck Mcgee keeps coming up and putting huge lods of mens pants into my bin.
Me: "Whatcha doin?"
DFM: "Oh just cleaning mens clearance. I'll be back for it."
*she comes back with more armfuls*
Me: "You know you have to process that right?"
DFM: "Yep" *she proceeds to meander around the store*
Rawr.
AND NOW, PARENT OF THE YEAR AWARDS!!
First prize goes to the woman who let her infant crawl around on our dirty clearance floor and play with sharp plastic hangers. I had to take them away from him so he wouldn't put them in his mouth.
Honorable mention goes to the woman too lazy to find an employee to climb a ladder for her and too lazy to do it herself, so she sent her 7 year old up the ladder. "Go get mommy some flip flops." NONONONO, FUCKING STOP.
Yep. Sleep needed. Sleep forever.
<3
--T-Shirt Sponge















TO be fair, sometimes it's not always the custy's fault. I work in a pet store, and a lot of times a blue collar will be clearance whereas a purple one (same brand, same length, same style; just a different color) is full price. In that case I don't blame them for being confused.
However, A LOT of the time they just take it to stupid lengths where "I saw this dog crate had a sign on it saying 19.99"
Uh, lady, that sign clearly states "cat scratching post." Which are kept on the other side of the store. Praytell, how did that sign get on this $300 dog crate?
Then they run out of the store quicker than you can say "scammy mc scammerson".
From Joe
In Africa the lions go after the young animals.
In Retail Hell, the asshole custys go after the new employees.
And in both situations, it gets bloody.