I have spent some of the longest hours of my life at my current job. Sometimes, there is absolutely Nothing to do at work- except sit down… right in the middle of the floor. Well, atleast that is what I did today. I try to past time by constantly straightening and pulling… even if it really doesn’t need it. Something might be the slightest measurement out of place- and I restack the entire thing. I found that this something- even that small- is annoying to me. And it becomes an impulse to try and fix it. A plus side to this obsessiveness: It passes time a little more quickly. Anything to do while I am there to pass time is always a plus. A down side: Getting yelled at by someone who thinks you are following them…
The story:
Today was amazingly slow. I have never seen so much… nothingness in one of the biggest stores in Tanger. I was so incredibly bored… So I basically did what I mentioned earlier- straightened and pulled. Until… there was finally nothing left to straighten or pull in my zone. At all. So then I sat on the end of one of the folded tee tables (there are three and I sat on the one in the middle). The seat was right in the middle of my entire zone. So now I could keep my eye on… the whole group of no one shopping in my zone.
Finally, (two hours later) a group of black women- three- decide to look around for their husbands something (atleast that is what I caught from all the talking). They looked around a few minutes, and I occasional look over at them to make sure they don’t have any questions are look confused about any of the signs about our sales (You know- My Job). They make their way to the folded tee tables… And I get up. So I slowly stand from my comfortable position on the end so I will not be in the way of their hunting. I move behind them out of the way- keeping my eye on every last tee they unfold to look at the design and then toss to the side (remember my obsessive impulse to fold them back…). They start to move off and I fix the little creases they made in a few of the shirts and refold about three shirts they didn’t like… after unfolding it (even though you can see the design in its entirety by the way it is folded without having to move it- or touch it at all). They move a little to the left of the table I was sitting at to begin with, and I make my way back to the comfortable seat I made for myself earlier. Quickly, the crazy older lady whips around and stares at me for a moment. (Even though I don’t know if you consider it a stare because it was only a moment…) I flash a smile because I know she doesn’t need any help, and honestly, I didn’t feel like asking if she needed the help anyway.
“Can I ask you a question?!” she says while raising a hand a little higher- I guess to make her seem more powerful, but she didn’t even have to do that. Her face frightened me enough.
I raised my eyebrows to give my approval. “Ask away,” I thought. “Just maybe you can ask for a size that I will have to go to the back to find for you. Something to do to pass time would be wonderful…”
“Why are you following US out of everyone in the entire store?!” She says raising her voice and changing her tone.
I stare at her for a moment- almost in shock.. “Huh?” Is all I could muster…
“You are following us!” She states once again. I understood that part. The “huh” was because I couldn’t believe what she was assuming…
“I am not racist. I am not racist…” Is all I kept repeating in my mind at that moment… I felt my face turn hot with embarrassment- thinking I had done something wrong… And she was going to tell my boss… And I was going to lose my job… that paid good…
“She is not following us Mama,” the “daughter”- I assume- told her. She quickly stepped between me and her “mama” when she heard her start to raise her voice. “Do you have this size in XXL?” she asked- Nicely.
“Uh, No… That is the last we have in stock,” I stuttered.
“She was following us. I saw her move,” The crazy lady mumbled while turning away with the other two.
“Of course I moved…” I thought. “I am not a mannequin. I am actually a customer service/ merchandice flow specialist. And that is my job- to assist you if you need it… Crazy person.”
Four minutes later: “You can leave early. No point in wasting away another half hour since we are so slow today,” says Pat- one of the many store managers we have.
“Thanks. Heres the radio.” I say… then go back to my locker, get my things, and leave.
I hate people.
Alethea visited me today. I haven’t seen her since camp. I am excited to see everyone tomorrow at church. And, thank God, I don’t have to work tomorrow.