Good Monday morning to each one of you! May this be your most productive week yet!
Please accept my apology for my two week blog writing sabbatical. I promise to make it up to you by updating you on the hilarity that has been my life for the past 14 days. I have titled this blog post based on the following stories and how they began as ordinary occurrences but quickly escalated to strange situations.
Two weeks ago my friends and I went to the Hofbrauhaus with some of our new found Columbus friends. There were about 15-20 people in our group, half of which were eating dinner. Our waitress; Sophia, was a friendly and cute girl. I believe she may have been roughly 21-years-old. She was running around trying to keep up with our beer drinking and food ordering. It goes without saying that we were not the only table that Sophia had that evening.
At some point, we were approached by a man named Justin wearing a blue polo that readily identified himself as a manager. He told us that he would be helping Sophia out since she was a newer server and because it was a busy evening. Justin told us that he used to be a server before he became a manager and even made a joke about how "it has been a long time since he'd done this," when he clumsily juggled three Dunkels, accidentally spilling some of their contents onto the ground.
Besides his name, Justin seemed fine to me. Seemed. Past tense. At some point, he mentioned to our large party that he was "Sorry about Sophia" and that mentioned that she was overwhelmed. "She's doing a great job," I told him. "She's alright," he said, "she's a little weird but she's alright."
Way to go, Justin. You're officially a douche AND a terrible boss. How embarrassing for someone in a position of power to have something negative to say about one of his associates. I don't know what Justin meant when he called Sophia "weird." In fact, "weird" is a very relative term. Regardless, I am sure that whatever quality that Sophia has that Justin has deemed to be out of the ordinary does not prohibit her to carry beers to her tables at the Hofbrauhaus. If anyone knows Justin or Sophia, please send them the link to this blog.
I am thankful that I work in an environment where everyone understands that talking about others does not make you look any better, it only makes you look immature.
Speaking of work, on Friday, two 15-year-old boys entered my store roughly 30 minutes before it closed. These two kids are frequent flyers at my store and more importantly, they are frequent mess makers. They come in, destroy the store, and leave without ever purchasing an item. In fact, sometimes they do buy something, but before they leave, they come back up to the register to return the item. Talk about buyer's remorse. I digress. My team had done a great job maintaining the store on Friday and for the first time in months, I knew that I would be able to leave the store in a timely manner. That is, until these two showed up. After I watched them destroy one room, I let them know that I would walk around with them and that if they needed any item, I would get it out of the stack for them. They ignored me and I watched them destroy everything they touched, spray each other with fragrances that they hadn't purchased and bump into other customers while running around like idiots. Finally, I approached them and told them that they needed to leave. Seems fair, right?
Wrong.
This 15-year-old lost his mind on me. He called me a bitch and requested that I give him a customer service card. I handed him a card, and he asked what my name was. "Nicole," I said. Then, he grabbed a pen and as he wrote my name, he spelled it out loud, "N....I...C...H...."
"Actually, there is no H. It's N.I.C.O.L.E."
At this point, this little shit turns around and announces to everyone in line, "No one should shop here, Nicole is a bitch." He continued saying this to each person he passed on the way out. Initially, I thought it was funny but then I realized that I actually couldn't stand this kid. I legitimately hope he gets a cavity and that his parent's insurance plan doesn't cover Novocaine.
Finally, these two kids left the store and I called security. Unfortunately, these kids will have to buy their summer clothes at Target, because after their little tantrum, they aren't allowed in the mall anymore. Do they have the customer service card? Yes. Do they know how to use email or spell? More than likely they do not.
Sucks to suck.
Other things that escalated quickly:
Stood at my storefront last weekend and inadvertently caught a boy stealing a couple of polos. Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
Heidi and Juleah decided to start an online donation center for the March of Dimes the day before our charity walk and raised over 700 dollars in 24 hours.
My friends and I decided to go to the club last weekend and some drama instantly broke out resulting in a verbal altercation between some friends over absolutely nothing at all.
Last, but certainly not least, I met a genuine human being that has changed my perspective on my previous and long-standing belief that every man in the world (except for my dad) is out to make every girl's life a living hell. I am so thankful for your presence in my life. You have already enriched each day more than you know.
Now, time for work! I hope that everyone has a great Monday and I promise I will write next week!
Here's to exceeding all of life's expectations,
Xoxo
