Ok, I don't think today was actually very paradoxical (sp?) but I wanted to use that word. Irony is probably a better word. Yes, I'll stick with irony.
1st reason for irony: So... lately, I've been feeling rather bitter about my job (reminder: I work in a kid's clothing store) I don't work very much right now, which is fine because school keeps me busy. I'm not bitter about that.... but the fact that when I do work, I look at the things customers say and wonder, "You want to return the pair of shoes your child wore for a week and are covered in dirt and scuffs because they gave her a blister? Interesting...." I have to control the faces I make at people too because I'm not good at hiding my "You are a dumb person" face. Plus, I've been in retail for 5 years and it's really the only job I've ever had and well, it's getting old. And I'm slightly sick of having to push people into the credit card, get their email/ phone number and get our percentages higher... the list goes on and on and I just want to say. It's a clothing store! It's not that important! So these are the reasons I am bitter.
Well, today, I was supposed to work 9-2 but my co-worker/favorite person in the world, Amy was sick and so I stayed until 4ish so she could come in a little later. Anyway, it was super busy and I rang almost the whole time and of course, a huge coke spilled all over the floor and I went to mop it up while there are 30 people waiting in line. You get the picture.
2nd reason for irony: I don't really like old people. I hate feeling like I'm talking down to them. I don't like the way they smell, move slowly, etc. This will make sense soon.
About 10 minutes before 4 (I knew Amy was coming in around 4), an elderly woman comes up to the desk and says, "Can you help me put a few outfits together?" Everyone knows that this question from a grandma means you will now have to plan the entire family picture and their outfits and help her decide on what sizes, colors, and fit it into her budget. But she asks me directly and I say yes. And she's like, "Are you sure it's okay if you to leave the desk?" I jokingly said, "Well, of course, Thank you for letting me get away from there." She laughed abnormally loud for an old woman and I instantly could tell that we might end up being friends.
I helped her put 2 outfits together for her granddaughters (not nearly as much as I thought when she showed me her notes from the mom of the girls, which btw- grandma's always bring in notes of sizes of kids and then they can't understand their notes)
She was very sweet and grateful the whole time. Then, I went and rang her up and gave her a coupon, mostly because she thought I was funny. I asked if she needed gift receipts, which she did and helped her get the outfits in boxes. She put her hand on mine and said "Thank you ever so much." Then she asked if I had a boss. Terri, my manager was at the register next to me and said, Yes, she's my boss. She waddled over to her and said, "Ma'am, I just want you to know, this girl here is a pleasure to work with and she deserves anything you can give her. This was my first time in the store and I'm coming back because of her."
I laughed and she made her way out of the store. The man that Terri was ringing up was like, "Wow, she liked you." I said, "Yep, I'm saving the world, one outfit at a time." Then, it was like 4:20 and Amy had been there since 4, so I booked it home.
So why is that ironic? Well, because I didn't think putting outfits together for an old lady would make me like my job again, even if it's only for a short time.
P.S. For those of you who work with me: Relax, I'm not quitting. You know it'll be really hard for me to leave that darn store.
P.P.S. I got a ticket for my expired registration on the way home. I never get tickets. In fact, I don't think I've ever gotten an actual ticket. I cried. I'm such a baby.