I love my job. I loved my job. I was a salesgirl in a store that sells dancewear. I was a dancer for 15 years, with training in ballet, jazz, tap and modern. I learned everything I could about the stock, and about which studios require what kind of attire.
I spent my days happily fitting four year olds with their first pair of ballet slippers. Little darlings would smile at me. Parents would thank me for my help. People described me as “friendly”, “cheerful”, and “easy to get along with”.
A customer came in with a tracing of her child’s foot, and asked me to fit shoes to it. I had never fit shoes to a tracing before, I had only worked with real feet. Mrs. Customer was from out of town, and couldn’t possibly bring Little Suzy in with her.
Because I had no experience, I politely asked the customer to wait until the manager was no longer busy, and then she could be helped. Apparently, the customer was miffed by my efforts to not screw her over by selling her the wrong thing.
Today my boss pulled me aside and told me that this customer was walking around telling everyone that I am “unhelpful”, and not to visit the store while I am working there.
Woah, hello, WTF?
This story was related to my boss by a crony of hers who has badmouthed me in the past.
Miss Crony came into the store one day and we were making polite conversation when I casually mentioned to her that I was going to be attending a Hot Ticket concert. I told her that I felt grateful to have gotten my hands on tickets, and that I was excited to be going. Miss Crony told my boss that I was “spun”, and “out of control” when I was telling her about my lucky ticket score. Zuh? Whaaaat? Other confused noises? What conversation were you having, Crony? Did you temporarily fall into an alternate reality? because in the convo I had with you, I felt all the exuberance of Alastair Cooke.
Maybe Crony has it in for me. Could she? But why?
This incident of hearsay, coupled with two mistakes I made on the job last month, have led to my resignation, under duress from my boss. How can I possibly keep working there, when I know that my presence is chasing customers away?
Even more frightening than my impending unemployment, is the fact that I feel compelled to second-guess myself. I thought I was doing a pretty good job. I thought customers were walking away happy. Oh my god, am I crazy? Am I completely out of touch with reality? How can I fix this? What if I can’t function in the Real World, because my personality/psyche/logic processes (whatever) are inherently flawed?
I am so confused.