I had a guy call at about 10:00 in the morning to ask if we were open. On a weekday, in the morning. I can understand asking our hours, but as far as I know, October lst is not a holiday of any sort.
I had a woman call and ask for our asst. manager, who happened to be at a different store today, so I asked if she wanted that store's number or if someone could help her at our location. She asked for a pencil to jot down the number. She asked ME on the TELEPHONE for a pencil. Then she began shrieking at her kids, and hung up on me. She did eventually call back and ask for the SAME asst. Manager, although at least this time she did manage to get her hands on a writing tool.
It was raining BUCKETS! That was one scary commute this morning.
All I really want to do is come home, have some tea and bury myself in the soft comforting bosom of my comics. On the other hand, that' a rather unfortunate simile. I really SHOULD stop reading bodice rippers.
I...need a hug.
Frankly, I know just how Guy feels.
