I don’t know why people think we know every item that’s in our store. There are hundreds of thousands of different items. We can’t possibly remember them all and we likely haven’t even used 95% of it. Of course, I’m not a salesman. It’s not my job to sell it to people, just get it on the shelf. What happens from there isn’t my territory.
I read where people who work in bookstores are expected to have read every book they sell. Some customer may want to know which is the best book on gardening and the employee doesn’t know. Then they get ragged on. Or they want to know if a certain novel is any good. And get mad at you if you haven’t read it. They think you’re lousy at your job. I’ll bet librarians also get this kind of attitude from their patrons.
You know, when *I* was a kid in the ’50s [hack, wheeze, angry Boomer noises] everyone in the store knew exactly what they had, and how much it cost, and where to get it if they didn’t carry it. Of course, the store only had 100 items, and the only other store in town was across the street…
The squirrels need to eat too. We put peanuts on the ground for the squirrels and check the bird feeders every day. If they need to be filled, they get filled so no one goes hungry.
You know, that brand is made by squirrels.
I don’t know why people think we know every item that’s in our store. There are hundreds of thousands of different items. We can’t possibly remember them all and we likely haven’t even used 95% of it. Of course, I’m not a salesman. It’s not my job to sell it to people, just get it on the shelf. What happens from there isn’t my territory.
I read where people who work in bookstores are expected to have read every book they sell. Some customer may want to know which is the best book on gardening and the employee doesn’t know. Then they get ragged on. Or they want to know if a certain novel is any good. And get mad at you if you haven’t read it. They think you’re lousy at your job. I’ll bet librarians also get this kind of attitude from their patrons.
You know, when *I* was a kid in the ’50s [hack, wheeze, angry Boomer noises] everyone in the store knew exactly what they had, and how much it cost, and where to get it if they didn’t carry it. Of course, the store only had 100 items, and the only other store in town was across the street…
My parents bought a squirrel-proof bird feeder once. It barely even slowed them down.
The squirrels need to eat too. We put peanuts on the ground for the squirrels and check the bird feeders every day. If they need to be filled, they get filled so no one goes hungry.