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:
That is why I always work Mondays. One extra person is needed to put up with the extra s***.
You are a brave, brave soul :)
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