No Patience For You: Retail Etiquette

It’s no wonder this song wasn’t released in the US.  Too many of her fans would’ve been offended.  But I like this song by Shania Twain nevertheless.  Or maybe b/c of it…

For three years, I’ve worked a part-time retail job.  The store and brand aren’t all that important to this post but let’s just say it’s the outlet arm of  a high-end women’s clothing store.  (Mentioning high-end is important because some customers seem to expect above and beyond customer service for potentially spending hundreds of dollars on 4 items.  But please remember, just because I work for a high-end brand, I don’t necessarily make – or care that you make  – high-end money.)

Anyway, one day,  a customer annoyed me.  Okay, I know that can’t possibly be all that surprising but it was nevertheless the motivation for this post. Upon complaining to my co-workers, the three of us devised a list of retail annoyances.  I thought we’d come up with ten or so and I’d provide witty explanations or examples.  However, we came up with about 35.  So here’s just a list of some of them.  Keep in mind lists like these are the reasons that I think EVERYONE should work in food and our retail at some point in their youth.  (Most of these points apply strictly to women but I’m sure for every one of those, men’s store associates could substitute something for the opposite sex.)

1.) Cell phones – Please suspend your conversation at the register (or at least pretend like you tried).  Also, please don’t shout as you walk through the store.  If you’re hearing or reception are that bad, you might need to go to the doctor or your provider’s store instead of mine.

2.) Disrespecting the clothes YOU just tried on.  There’s absolutely no need or justifiable reason to ball clothes up in a corner of the fitting room bench or throw them on the floor.  You came into our store partly b/c you liked the display.  It seems the same people that ball clothes up and throw them on the floor expect us to find another size 4 that not dirty/creased.  Hmmm, I wonder how they got that way.

3.) Hanging clothes inside out.  I know I shouldn’t complain about you hanging them back up but seriously, inside out?  You knew that was wrong.  If you’re putting up the effort, at least do it in a way that makes us like you.

4.) Personal trash in a fitting room.  Does a fitting room with $200+ items seem like an appropriate trash can?  If so, you have bigger issues to discuss.

5.) (Probably one of my top pet peeves) Make-up and deodorant stains you caused.  If I put a clean white shirt in your fitting room and retrieve a foundation-stained now to be considered “damaged” shirt, I blame you.  Either not wear make-up when you shop or plan to be responsible for you stains.  It’s not our fault you feel you need to hide your face.  And don’t tell me your make-up is just a little color.  We never find eyeshadow stains.  And deodorant rubs off.  Don’t stain it and then ask me to check for another medium b/c this one’s stained.  I KNOW it was you.

6.) Kids running wild.  We’re not a daycare.  Period.  I don’t care how cute they are (or you THINK they are).  A knocked-over mannequin is a liability I don’t want to deal with.

7.) Questioning associates’ product knowledge.  It’s our job to know our product.  At my store, it’s also our job to know our fabrics, cuts, the way things fit, and the sizes.  If I suggest something, don’t argue with me based on what you think your size SHOULD be.  Feel free to make your own choices but don’t disagree until you’ve TRIED it on.  Trust me, I don’t care what size you wear, just that it looks good on you.  When you wear our product, you’re representing our brand, a walking billboard if you will.  It’s in our best interest to send you out looking good.  We want more business.  When someone likes what you’re wearing, they don’t ask you what size.  They want to know the brand.

8.) Disrupting display walls.  Our store has cube walls where surplus items are folded and displayed.  Trust me, if an item is in the wall, it’s also somewhere on the floor.  There is absolutely NO REASON to unfold items in the wall, especially if they’re TAPED.  People don’t seem to grasp that concept.

9.) Arguing policies.  Unfortunately, at the individual store level, we don’t exactly have the ability to change corporate policies.  If a special situation arises, a store manager might be able to make an executive decision but if it’s just b/c you changed your mind or didn’t pay attention to the policy posted at the counter, explained by the associate BEFORE they swiped your card AND printed on the receipt YOU signed, I’m sorry but you should just be SOL.  No one forced you to buy our product thus agreeing to our policies.

10.) Unnecessarily disrupting racks.  There is absolutely no need to pull out every fourth item so that a rack looks like an alternating deck of cards.  There is no need to hang an item backward.  You’re adult enough to recognize directionality.  There is no need to knock an item onto the floor, look at it, and ignore it.  You did it.  I SAW you.

11.) Coming out in undergarments (or less) to ask a question or show me something.  You are NOT AT HOME.  Put some clothes on.  I don’t care how good your body looks, how much money you’ve spent to make it look that way, or that you have a superb level of self-confidence.  Don’t assume that my position in retail places me below, envious or subservient to you.  I might just ignore you until you decide to respect my vision and put some clothes on.

12.) Complaining to an associate about just about anything.  The prices: trust me, if they’re high, we probably don’t pay them either.  The fits of the clothes: we don’t design them.  Not everything fits us either.  Your weight: we didn’t make you eat that extra cheeseburger or whole pie  whatever the case might be…

13.) Entering a store within ten minutes of closing time.  We may be all about customer service but we’ve also just stood for 8 hours on cement floors selling clothes we probably can’t afford.  We want to go home.  Don’t apologize and then proceed to move at a snail’s pace around the store, try on half of the product and not buy anything.  Believe me when I say that we will hate you.

14.) Guilty holding.  Yes, we know that you tried on 25 items you knew (and trust me, we knew you knew) you weren’t going to buy.  But don’t feel the need to hold something just b/c you feel bad.  It’s fine.  We get it.  Allow us to put that item back with your other 24 balled-up, deodorant stained items.  There’s no need to get our hopes up that you might actually come back.

In addition, please remember that other industries are very similar to retail.  In certain aspects, pharmacy and banking are right up our alley.  My roommate is a bank teller and had these few thoughts to add.

-Don’t approach her station without your deposit/withdrawal slip filled out.  If you have a bank account, you’re probably mature enough to realize that that’s your responsibility.  But maybe not…

-Blaming tellers for your mistake.  If you miss a number and they catch it, don’t yell at them.  You should be so sensitive about your account(s) that you have that shit memorized.

-Don’t blame the bank for overdraft fees.  Sure, some banks’ fees can be ridiculous but the concept is pretty simple.  Don’t spend money you don’t have.  Write things down.

I could continue but I’ll stop there.  In closing, I would just like to leave you with a few thoughts.

1.) We have to greet you.  Don’t ignore us or give us dirty looks.  Trust me.  Most of the time we’d rather not have to (especially if you look like a bitch).

2.) Our job is to assist you and maintain a store’s appearance, not to clean up after adults looking to possibly spend money.

3.) The customer is NOT always right but we have to do our best to accommodate you, NOT break rules for you.

4.) No one knows what size you are until something doesn’t fit.  If you’re an 8, wear an 8 and you might look like a 6.  If you’re an 8 and wear a 6, you’ll look like a 1o or 12.  Cut the tags out if the sizes bother you so much.  (Or god forbid, do something about it.)

Thanks for coming.  You all have a good day,

Jo’van

Friendly Drama: In Search of Platonic Male Friends

I couldn’t find a song to address the topic of my post so I settled on some high-energy, neon-colored, baggy, condom-as-accessories wearing TLC circa 1993. “What About Your Friends”

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I’ve spent the past few days with my family in Phoenix.  My younger sisters are still technically teenagers and have high school friends in and out of the house all the time.  While school shopping, my youngest sister continued to run into friends.  Oh, youth.  I was told that at 25 I’m old by a 17-year-old.  While I personally disagree, I wanted to quickly leave the situation.  I have no desire to go back to high school but still… Aside from feeling a little old and nostalgic as one sister starts her senior year of high school and the other gears up to move to California for college, I miss having friends that you were tied to by nothing more than sharing a class.

Junior high, high school, even college, aside from flirting and fighting, you were surrounded by people your own age with nothing else to do but figure out something together.  A friend recently made the point that that’s why so many people find their mates in college.  Four years in a small area with thousands of people within three years of your age.  The odds have to be in your favor.  Graduating and entering the real world, you lose that easy access to potential friends with more things in common than working in the same office, living in the same apartment complex or going to the same gym.  Sure, a campus atmosphere may help to foster romantic relationships but it also allows for easy access to platonic relationships.

As an adult in the real world (granted my real world is limited), I find it much more difficult to foster relationships that are genuine.  I’ve been lucky to make friends with the people I’ve worked with.  However, as I move onto the next professional endeavour (whatever it is), I wonder if my next office/store will have people of similar age, interest and personality.  Will I become the “young, unmarried” one in the office?  What then?

Another thing I’ve realized about being an “adult” is the minimal purely platonic interaction with the opposite sex.  Any single, straight man that I am cordial with now is tied to some aspect of work or is someone else’s friend (usually from high school or college).  Gone seem to be the days of just hanging out with friends who happen to be male.  Without the platonic common ground to start the conversation, most of my interactions with the opposite sex are under the guise of flirting.  Sure, that can be fun but once one of you realizes there’s no spark, it’s often difficult to establish a friendship when there hadn’t been one to begin with.

I miss guy friends, the male perspectives, the big brothers, the ridiculous little brothers.  I miss laughing at the stupid comments, complete inability to dress, or snap judgements of the opposite sex.  I miss watching football, or grilling, or sitting around in whatever was the closest and cleanest.  I like men.  I mean I love them and are attracted to them and all.  But I also just really love being around men.  Because I’m pretty high-maintenance and catty, I don’t particularly care to be around women all of the time.  Sometimes I need a break from talking about weight, hair, relationships (real and completely in our heads), clothes, shoes.  I’m not saying that women as a whole or my friends are shallow (or my male friends for that matter are all that deep).  We discuss whatever comes to mind with few filters.  It’s just that what comes to my mind around women and men is usually different.  I miss being able to explore that other side every now and again.  Sometimes I’d just rather be in the company of people who are not going to over-analyze more than I have.  Rather than offer alternative suggestions, I get straight answers.

At my age, it seems I should be (and am) concerned with finding my next romantic relationship.  However, sometimes/most times I wouldn’t mind just hanging out with a male friend without the quotation marks or hope of something different.

In search of her new platonic beau,

Jo’van

Friendly Drama: When I Didn’t Know Any Better

I couldn’t help myself.  🙂

Okay, okay.  Something a little more serious.  Oh, classic Mariah, brunette, seemingly sane, fully equip with choir and everything.  “Anytime You Need a Friend”

Earlier this summer, I had the opportunity to hang out with two friends from Nashville in Chicago (confused yet?).  I’ve known one of the ladies since 7th grade and the other since 9th, 13 and 11 years consecutively. Those numbers seem like an eternity to a 25 year old.  Just knowing someone for 3 years sounds like a significant amount of time.  Over 2 years?  Okay, you’re verified as a friend.  What does more than a decade mean?

If you were lucky/unlucky enough to live in one area and attend area schools your entire elementary education, you may have people you’ve realistically known since kindergarten.  I don’t mean to take anything away from those people but since I didn’t, 7th grade would have to be my longest maintained relationship and it sounds pretty significant to me.

These ladies have known me for (nearly) half of my life.  They’ve seen me fight, cry, yell, stare, run, and smile.  We’ve seen each other through puberty, AP tests, custody battles, puppy love, first loves, college applications, driver’s licenses, parties, prom, and leaving all of that behind for college.  We fell apart during those college years, casually seeing each other when we were all back home but it was never the same.  And as sad as that realization may have been, there was still something that made us come back together (hoping).  I always wondered what that was exactly.  Obviously, we’d all changed and no longer had the classroom to force us together.  What was it that made me still call her “my friend”?  And actually mean it?

Spending that evening together made me realize what it might be.  Intoxicated by wine, nostalgia, good food and ridiculous conversations, we quickly moved past the awkward “so how have you been over the last X years?”  Within the time of a rerun of Family Matters, we were back in the place of giddy adolescents.  Sure, we’ve all changed, grown up, gotten master’s degrees or “real jobs”, physically filled out, moved past pimples and onto real relationships, taken on new responsibilities and the like.  BUT we also all loved not having to worry about that in each other’s company.  We reverted to gossiping, giggling, smart-ass 15-year-olds, fueled by slumber party antics.  Just trying to take a group picture at the end of the night was a monumental feat.  We simply could not stop laughing.  And it felt SO good.  🙂  Laughing at nothing but ourselves.

Anyway, that evening made me realize why we  should, or at least why I still do, hold onto these types of friendships for so long.  It’s not because these people really play a big role in your life now.  I’m not saying they’re not important or that they couldn’t reclaim their roles of indispensable friends.  It’s just that your life operates just fine without their daily/weekly/monthly interaction.  But when you are with them you can become a person you haven’t been for a long time, since you really knew each other.  You get to not be a “real” grown up.  You get to talk about gossip, not just politics, outfits, not just bills, crushes, not just relationships, life, not just drama.  These are the people that knew you when you didn’t know any better AND still liked you.  These are the friends who knew you pre-filter, pre-adult judgment, pre-responsibilities, pre-grown up.

All other friends I’ve made since these ladies and our core/clique have known me in some part of my transition from child to adult.  Sure, these types of “pure” friendships are possible with people you meet past the age of , say, 16.  But they require a type of trust we learn to not give so freely as we get older.  For that reason, there may never be anything like the relationships you have/had with the people who knew the child who knew everything, rather than the adult who realizes they know very little.

Thankful people still liked me when I didn’t know any better,

Jo’van

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