Monday, July 30, 2012

Move along...

Today was an auspicious day. It was a day full of portents and signs... all of them bad. What has brought about this doom and gloom you may be wondering? Ah well it was a Monday and one small slave was working. See as a rule one doesn't work on Mondays... unless begged in an appropriate manner by a desperate manager.

Over the years people have asked about this reluctance to work Mondays and one has always made vague noises about how, having worked restaurants most of the younger years, the body clock has very firm ideas about what day is the end of the working week... or the beginning for that matter. The truth though? Ah that is a far more prosaic thing...
Mondays are the days that things come home to roost...
The customer that has changed their mind
The day that gifts get returned
And we don't do refunds. This means that one small slave gets stuck with disgruntled people who haven't got their own way and now have to choose something else... It does not make for a good day. Even upselling them into something slightly more expensive does little to balance the scales of being stuck with them in the first place... though the challenge does keep one amused.

So dear read move along... there is nothing to see here J

2 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

That is why I always work Mondays. One extra person is needed to put up with the extra s***.

Master's piece said...

You are a brave, brave soul :)