Well... I fucking hate my job.
Here’s the fuck why:
I was doing my job today and offered the guest a scent, she smelled it and said “Yeah, I like that I’ll take it.”
I put it in right in front of her and continued.
Then after I finished and had the… product (I’m sure all of you know where I work by now but I’m not allowed to blog about it) stitched up I handed it to the guest and told her to give her new friend a hug.
She does and makes an “Ew.” face and says she doesn’t like the smell.
I told her she smelled it a minute ago and liked it and she says “No, that’s not what it smelled like before, you put the wrong one in.”
Now, internally, I’m screaming “YOU WATCHED ME THE WHOLE TIME” but
FINE. I’ll open it. I follow protocol and cut the stitching to take the scent disc out.
Then IMMEDIATELY AFTER I GOT THE GODDAMNED THING OPEN she fucking decides “Oh you know what… It smells good again I’ll keep it. YOU COULDN’T HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE I UNSTITCHED IT?!
I call my manager over so she can sew it up since I’m not trained on the manual stitching yet.
Manager asks why I even opened it back up.
CRAZY SCENTED LADY TELLS MY MANAGER THAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW THAT SHE TOLD ME TO LEAVE IT IN.
Yeah, I tell my manger AFTER I REOPENED IT.
Crazy lady scented lady then tells my manager that I’m LYING AND SHE NEVER TOLD ME TO OPEN IT.
I ALMOST MURDERED CRAZY SCENTED LADY RIGHT THERE IN THE STORE.
I’M GOING TO KILL MYSELF YOU GUYS.
I GOT FUCKING WROTE UP BECAUSE OF THIS LADY’S BULLSHIT.
WHAT THE FUCK?!