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Yeah, I know, crazy, right?
I spent seven years in retail, and burned right out. But sometimes, like today, I realize I have forgotten how awesome some people are.
My mother is part of an artisan's co-operative store - the artists own and operate the store, taking turns working there. She is on the (small, awesome) display committee. There are three people on the committee who go in nearly every Sunday to change the windows, or change the items around in the shop to keep it fresh. Sometimes, when I'm going to be having lunch with my parents I go in and help, because the ladies are wonderful and fun (and I love spending the time with my mom). And I switch stuff around, and neaten, etc. I've even built some shelving, installed some lighting, and created a cover door to hide some unsightly light switches. Usually may dad will come in around one thirty to roust my mom and take her to Starbucks, before going home for lunch.
So today I went in just before the store opened at noon. And was moving things around as needed when the shop opened. An hour after they opened, a young couple came in and started looking around. The display committee was in the basement doing some organization, I was talking to the artist who was officially working, and restocking boxes. A woman came in to specifically talk to the artist-on-duty, and the young couple went into the back room and then upstairs. I was hanging out, readjusting scarves, and the couple came downstairs to look at the jewelry. The husband saw some necklaces that he said would be perfect for his wife's friend "C" - who was turning forty, and they were there for a gift for her.
The a-o-d was still tied up with her customer, and I asked if they wanted to look at the necklaces a little closer, and when they said yes, I got the keys to the case, and opened it up. The were interested in the intricately beaded chokers.
Long story short? After much deliberation, comparison, and trying on, they bought one! It had garnets and the beading was rope-like, and beautiful. It was also almost $300! I rock! And it was so nice to chat with them, and find out that they would definitely be back for other gifts (and stuff for themselves). They'd never been in before, but had seen one of the ads in the paper and visited the store's Web site and decided to come in because the friend, "C," is an artist herself (and I got the feeling she was difficult to buy for). So go me for hopping in and helping out! It made me feel really really good!
And the a-o-d wanted to know if I wanted a job. Yeah, sometimes I miss retail, but not. that. much!
I spent seven years in retail, and burned right out. But sometimes, like today, I realize I have forgotten how awesome some people are.
My mother is part of an artisan's co-operative store - the artists own and operate the store, taking turns working there. She is on the (small, awesome) display committee. There are three people on the committee who go in nearly every Sunday to change the windows, or change the items around in the shop to keep it fresh. Sometimes, when I'm going to be having lunch with my parents I go in and help, because the ladies are wonderful and fun (and I love spending the time with my mom). And I switch stuff around, and neaten, etc. I've even built some shelving, installed some lighting, and created a cover door to hide some unsightly light switches. Usually may dad will come in around one thirty to roust my mom and take her to Starbucks, before going home for lunch.
So today I went in just before the store opened at noon. And was moving things around as needed when the shop opened. An hour after they opened, a young couple came in and started looking around. The display committee was in the basement doing some organization, I was talking to the artist who was officially working, and restocking boxes. A woman came in to specifically talk to the artist-on-duty, and the young couple went into the back room and then upstairs. I was hanging out, readjusting scarves, and the couple came downstairs to look at the jewelry. The husband saw some necklaces that he said would be perfect for his wife's friend "C" - who was turning forty, and they were there for a gift for her.
The a-o-d was still tied up with her customer, and I asked if they wanted to look at the necklaces a little closer, and when they said yes, I got the keys to the case, and opened it up. The were interested in the intricately beaded chokers.
Long story short? After much deliberation, comparison, and trying on, they bought one! It had garnets and the beading was rope-like, and beautiful. It was also almost $300! I rock! And it was so nice to chat with them, and find out that they would definitely be back for other gifts (and stuff for themselves). They'd never been in before, but had seen one of the ads in the paper and visited the store's Web site and decided to come in because the friend, "C," is an artist herself (and I got the feeling she was difficult to buy for). So go me for hopping in and helping out! It made me feel really really good!
And the a-o-d wanted to know if I wanted a job. Yeah, sometimes I miss retail, but not. that. much!