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Sep. 19th, 2004 07:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicToday is my first 8 hour shift at the front desk. I think it will be fine. They told me when I started that in addition to the hours I am scheduled, I can really work as many hours as I want, because they need the help. Not that I am much help yet; I've still never even touched the computers there, but I will today and we'll see what all the fuss is about.
Yesterday at work I was very worried. Janet had scheduled a day off for a pig roast (which I later found out wasn't until the evening anyway - she just wanted off), and Mike was to work in her place with me. Now that's great for me. No Janet all day and the most laissez-faire owner of them all (translation: I don't have to do jack shit but surf the web and shoot the shit with Matt all day). But when I got there, I saw Colleen's van in the lot. At first I was like, okay, she's just doing some paperwork and then Mike will come tag off in a few minutes. Wrong. Mike was sick, so it was gonna be me and Colleen all day together. Remember now, Colleen is not my favorite person there and she has made it clear to me that I am not on her good side. As far as I know, she thinks I hate her but has no confirmation or firm reason to believe so. Anyhow, I tried to make small talk and all that, but she'd just shoot me a one word answer and shut up again. It was PAINFUL. Plus with all the rain we couldn't expect too many customers to break the tension. And it was like that for the first two hours. The two of us, sitting in silence, me wanting desperately just to check my email but not daring because she'd think I was slacking off. I windexed the cases, took out the trash, pretended to read trade journals. Finally, we got some customers in. When the customers started coming, it was like a stream. We were busy most of the rest of the day. Some customers had lots of questions and we were forced to work together, during which time I think Colleen began to notice how great I am with customers (and people in general) and how much knowledge I have about the stones, metals, etc. By the end of the day, she was asking me lots of questions and getting me to assist her with every sale. When there weren't customers, we were talking about things like our cats, families, etc. Just like friends! Mind you, I still think very little of this woman. I never have liked her and I probably never will. But the day wasn't so hellish and she can't possibly maintain her awful opinions of me from before...I mean she could, but she'd be a truly horrible person if she did. We ended up raking in $2300 in sales, which included absolutely no diamonds. Without any diamond sales, such numbers are unprecedented. And you can't just sell a diamond to anyone - you have to have diamond customers. If no one's in the market, it's not our fault we're not selling them. So it was a good day. I'm still quitting soon.
Last night I came very close to having my first panic attack in almost a year. First of all, I hate being home alone. Especially at night. It's childish, and I know it's silly, but I just get scared and paranoid in these situations. Second of all, my house is noisy. Our front door has a screen door on the outside that doesn't always latch, so when the wind blows, it crashes all over the place. What with being in the midst of a hurricane, the wind was blowing ferociously. It just sounded like people were breaking into the house. Anyway luckily I was able to get Jeremy on the phone, and he calmed me down long enough for him to get home and wrap his arms around me. Not that Jeremy has the power to stop the things I'm afraid of (the dark, ghosts, people with battering rams), but I'm never afraid when I'm with him, except when we're in the car and he's driving:) He is my favorite husband:)
Ok time for breakfast then work:) Peace.
Yesterday at work I was very worried. Janet had scheduled a day off for a pig roast (which I later found out wasn't until the evening anyway - she just wanted off), and Mike was to work in her place with me. Now that's great for me. No Janet all day and the most laissez-faire owner of them all (translation: I don't have to do jack shit but surf the web and shoot the shit with Matt all day). But when I got there, I saw Colleen's van in the lot. At first I was like, okay, she's just doing some paperwork and then Mike will come tag off in a few minutes. Wrong. Mike was sick, so it was gonna be me and Colleen all day together. Remember now, Colleen is not my favorite person there and she has made it clear to me that I am not on her good side. As far as I know, she thinks I hate her but has no confirmation or firm reason to believe so. Anyhow, I tried to make small talk and all that, but she'd just shoot me a one word answer and shut up again. It was PAINFUL. Plus with all the rain we couldn't expect too many customers to break the tension. And it was like that for the first two hours. The two of us, sitting in silence, me wanting desperately just to check my email but not daring because she'd think I was slacking off. I windexed the cases, took out the trash, pretended to read trade journals. Finally, we got some customers in. When the customers started coming, it was like a stream. We were busy most of the rest of the day. Some customers had lots of questions and we were forced to work together, during which time I think Colleen began to notice how great I am with customers (and people in general) and how much knowledge I have about the stones, metals, etc. By the end of the day, she was asking me lots of questions and getting me to assist her with every sale. When there weren't customers, we were talking about things like our cats, families, etc. Just like friends! Mind you, I still think very little of this woman. I never have liked her and I probably never will. But the day wasn't so hellish and she can't possibly maintain her awful opinions of me from before...I mean she could, but she'd be a truly horrible person if she did. We ended up raking in $2300 in sales, which included absolutely no diamonds. Without any diamond sales, such numbers are unprecedented. And you can't just sell a diamond to anyone - you have to have diamond customers. If no one's in the market, it's not our fault we're not selling them. So it was a good day. I'm still quitting soon.
Last night I came very close to having my first panic attack in almost a year. First of all, I hate being home alone. Especially at night. It's childish, and I know it's silly, but I just get scared and paranoid in these situations. Second of all, my house is noisy. Our front door has a screen door on the outside that doesn't always latch, so when the wind blows, it crashes all over the place. What with being in the midst of a hurricane, the wind was blowing ferociously. It just sounded like people were breaking into the house. Anyway luckily I was able to get Jeremy on the phone, and he calmed me down long enough for him to get home and wrap his arms around me. Not that Jeremy has the power to stop the things I'm afraid of (the dark, ghosts, people with battering rams), but I'm never afraid when I'm with him, except when we're in the car and he's driving:) He is my favorite husband:)
Ok time for breakfast then work:) Peace.
