The following post has been published last November, current events (namely a memorable shopping trip) make me feel it could use another airing. It is still painfully up to date! 😉
Last Saturday I managed to extricate myself for a few hours from the men in my life, to venture out on a sniffing tour. Aside from a few interesting ideas for upcoming reviews, I also witnessed an extraordinary assembly of what must have been the world’s most incompetent salespeople. This seems to be a common species in todays retail environment, sadly they are increasingly prevalent in the world of perfume. I´m sure many of you have already met one or more of the following.
The first specimen is the “I wish I was anywhere else but here, don’t bother me in my supreme state of misery, because I have to work here” type. S/he is super-bored, uninterested, in many cases on the phone to her best friend who knows all about the tedium s/he has to endure (and so do the customers who have to listen as well) and is prone to roll her eyes at the least suggestion of work. Help is not to be expected from her, and it is best not to seek it in the first place, because it would be foolish to hope for any profound knowledge here. Be content if your purchases are in stock right there for you to pick off the shelf yourself (God forbid s/he has to trundle into the back for anything) and then quickly pay and get out, lest you bother her even more with your audacious wish to actually purchase something in a place of commerce (the nerve!).
The second specimen is the clueless but eager one. S/he is friendly, open and approachable, clearly wanting to be of help, even more wanting to make a sale. Sadly, this one is as bare of any information as the Sahara is of trees. If you are lucky s/he can point you to the bathrooms. So nothing to expect here either, just pray she knows how to operate the cash register, or you are in for a prolonged stay until your credit card gets unstuck by the grumpy janitor.
Third, the pseudo-knowledgable one. This is a dangerous specimen one has to watch out for, since s/he lures you in with a lot of talk that sounds quite important and impresses through sheer volume alone, but you immediately get the inkling that something is off, even when you don´t know a lot about the subject. If you happen to know a lot, say, about perfumes, then to listen to this one is actually hilarious, if one were to see the bright side. If not, it is an effrontery. An example: “Chanel N°5 has only natural ingredients, no synthetics whatsoever. Synthetics are baaaad”. (Wiggle finger for emphasis). Or: “The difference between Eau de Toilette and Eau de Parfum is only the size of the bottle”. (I kid you not!)
Fourth is the “haughty, better than the plebeian rest” one. This type is mostly found in highest-end designer boutiques, where they languish in borrowed splendour behind a black counter, either mustering you with beady eyes or not even acknowledging your humble, underfunded, designer outfit-less self. Immediately they make you feel unworthy of living, let alone being in this temple of the elite. Come on, get thee away… there is nothing here for you. Come back after you married a sheik or something!
Last, but definitely not least, the over-enthusiastic and opinionated one. This type starts out real pleasant (especially after what you´ve been through with the first four already). S/he is hearty, friendly, seems to be genuinely interested in you and glad to be of help. Very soon though you realize, that your own desire, your motivations, wishes and opinions are irrelevant. S/he knows what is best. She knows you better than you know yourself. The fashion designers fourteenth flanker is just right for you, the celebrity´s “self-made” wonder juice is absolutely perfect, the fruitsalad-smellalike is so you, here let me spray huge quantities on you, whether you want it or not, I know what you need – don´t talk back!!! Be glad if you get away unscathed (if not unscented).
As you can see, I had quite a blast on Saturday.
It is a sad state of affairs indeed, that personal engagement and a passion for the field one works in, are so scarce. I am realistic enough to see that not everybody has the opportunity and luck to work in their dream job (and even a dream job has many long and irksome days!), but a little more can be expected I think. Thankfully there are just as many sales assistants who know what they are doing, who are genuinely friendly and helpful, who are a true resource for customers and and an asset for their employers. A big “Thank you” to those! They are just not so much fun to write about 😉
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