In Desperate Need of a Vacation

As my "summer" continues to vanish, time seems to have slipped into overdrive. I don't feel like I've had any form of a vacation (mostly because I haven't) and I would really like one. I haven't had a full day off to myself since May. And dealing with the insane customers I deal with on a daily basis is enough to drive me completely over the edge. Today was a prime example.

Apparently within the last hour and a half before we closed every tall woman in the city decided that it was absolutely essential that they purchase clothing and shoes, NOW! So as the three of us are running around trying to serve everyone (myself alone in the shoe department and my 2 coworkers in ladies wear) my sister comes in. I say hi, but continue running around trying to serve my other customers because my sister was really shopping for pants anyways.

As I'm in the middle of checking some woman out at the till, this other lady who is sitting in one of the chairs calls to me loudly "Are you the ONLY one working down here? Because I've been WAITING!" Like heaven forbid this woman should have to wait for anything. But because I'm polite and pleasant at work I calmly apologize and inform her that I am the only one working in shoes and tell her I'll be with her in just one minute. (Essentially I got yelled at because  she wasn't my only customer and therefore was not getting my undivided attention). When I get to helping her I go back and get her all the shoes that she wanted to try on I notice 4 shoes sitting beside her that we haven't discussed so I ask her if she'd like the mates to those shoes and she replies "No, those are just sale shoes that didn't fit." I'm aware that it is my job to clean up after you should you decide to make a mess, but in all the time you were sitting around as I inconvenienced you by waiting on other customers you couldn't have bothered to pick up after yourself? (I've since been informed that I'm expecting WAY to much if I want that to happen). But anyways, I go and put these shoes away and in the process I notice that this woman hasn't tried on any of the shoes yet. She literally had pulled out her Blackberry and began typing an email for 10 minutes. She got angry with me for not waiting on her hand and foot and when I did she pulled out her phone and types an email? Lady, get your priorities in order! In the end she did purchase 4 pairs of shoes, but that wasn't enough she asked if I could ship them to the other side of the country for her to a city where we have another store that would have the exact same shoes she just purchased. So I told her I couldn't ship them for her.

I really need a vacation before I explode at one of these customers...