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Jan. 16th, 2003 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieAnd now another exciting adventure of Gennie:retail wench.
Today I spent a good portion of my time (when I wasn't reading magazines or explaining what bukkake was to a co-worker) taking care of phone orders. It is a fairly mundane job. I call people, tell them their book came in and where they can get it. Simple enough. It is kinda hard when dealing with people on the telephone who are not terribly interested in being cooperative, or are hung over, drunk, or insane.
I honestly don't like talking on the phone. Yet here I am, doing it with a certain kind of reckless confidence one usually reserves for something like amateur-hobbyiest demolition work.
It is kind of a tricky job to do at moments, especially when telling the customer the title of the book they ordered. I have to be professional, blase' if you will about the whole matter.
I do believe it takes a certain kind of individual to say,
"good afternoon sir, This is Gennie from the Downtown Barnes and Noble, your book, 'It's Okay to Wet the Bed at Forty-Three' has come in and will be held for ten days. Thank you."
There is always a slight moment of silence after that.
Sometimes it is just plain sad having to say titles.
"ma'am your book, "daddy touched me on my bathing-suit area" has come in."
I am privy to a good portion of my customers lives. Not always in a pleasant way either.
Today I talked to a woman who ordered a book entitled, "When Your Children Turn away From God."
I am sure she and I have some differing views upon religion and dogma, but I still feel bad, that she is at a loss as to what to do about a child of hers she is worried about.
I joked about it with a co-worker, who said, "are you sure that wasn't my mom ordering the book?"
I will say, I do get a kick out of moments, when a customer (often male) will come up to me quietly and ask for "that book by the woman on that show sex and the city" and I will cheerfully and enthusiastically say, "Oh yes, you mean 'Satisfaction: Art of the Female Orgasm'. That is a terrific book, here let me show you."
I need to have a bit of fun.
Plus I like showing them my favorite pages.
I am a pervert.
I also read this article in 'New York' magazine about how people (ie people in manhatten) are trying the newest in thing: casual sex and the internet. People are (omg) hooking up via various chat/im/matchgroups for cheap drinks and cheap sex.
I laughed, because that has been going on for so long in seattle.
New York is so behind sometimes. They finally find out about something and then they act like it is the newest thing.
I wonder if anyone has told them about this thing called dvds.
*smirks*
Today I spent a good portion of my time (when I wasn't reading magazines or explaining what bukkake was to a co-worker) taking care of phone orders. It is a fairly mundane job. I call people, tell them their book came in and where they can get it. Simple enough. It is kinda hard when dealing with people on the telephone who are not terribly interested in being cooperative, or are hung over, drunk, or insane.
I honestly don't like talking on the phone. Yet here I am, doing it with a certain kind of reckless confidence one usually reserves for something like amateur-hobbyiest demolition work.
It is kind of a tricky job to do at moments, especially when telling the customer the title of the book they ordered. I have to be professional, blase' if you will about the whole matter.
I do believe it takes a certain kind of individual to say,
"good afternoon sir, This is Gennie from the Downtown Barnes and Noble, your book, 'It's Okay to Wet the Bed at Forty-Three' has come in and will be held for ten days. Thank you."
There is always a slight moment of silence after that.
Sometimes it is just plain sad having to say titles.
"ma'am your book, "daddy touched me on my bathing-suit area" has come in."
I am privy to a good portion of my customers lives. Not always in a pleasant way either.
Today I talked to a woman who ordered a book entitled, "When Your Children Turn away From God."
I am sure she and I have some differing views upon religion and dogma, but I still feel bad, that she is at a loss as to what to do about a child of hers she is worried about.
I joked about it with a co-worker, who said, "are you sure that wasn't my mom ordering the book?"
I will say, I do get a kick out of moments, when a customer (often male) will come up to me quietly and ask for "that book by the woman on that show sex and the city" and I will cheerfully and enthusiastically say, "Oh yes, you mean 'Satisfaction: Art of the Female Orgasm'. That is a terrific book, here let me show you."
I need to have a bit of fun.
Plus I like showing them my favorite pages.
I am a pervert.
I also read this article in 'New York' magazine about how people (ie people in manhatten) are trying the newest in thing: casual sex and the internet. People are (omg) hooking up via various chat/im/matchgroups for cheap drinks and cheap sex.
I laughed, because that has been going on for so long in seattle.
New York is so behind sometimes. They finally find out about something and then they act like it is the newest thing.
I wonder if anyone has told them about this thing called dvds.
*smirks*
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Date: 2003-01-16 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-17 10:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-16 08:56 pm (UTC)missing the meetings of the bourbon appreciation society... you need to bring yourself and your man down to p-town and entertain me with your witty and jovial conversation.
over bourbon, of course.
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Date: 2003-01-17 10:48 am (UTC)Something kinda fun about getting out of town and going to the land of no sales tax. Especially with my employee discount.
my favourite:
Date: 2003-01-16 09:09 pm (UTC)Re: my favourite:
Date: 2003-01-17 10:48 am (UTC)It's okay...
Re: my favourite:
Re: my favourite:
Date: 2003-01-17 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-20 09:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-24 02:31 pm (UTC)people are just kooky.
Re:
Date: 2003-01-25 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-26 11:10 am (UTC)They are called Furries.
There are a zillion sites about them and they have received quite a bit of coverage in the media.
But for super freaky, there are people who get off on popping helium balloons.
I kid you not.
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Date: 2003-01-27 05:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-27 09:44 pm (UTC)ah people...they all have their kinks.