Yesterday I made three weeks in the U.S.! Things are going quite well, I'm getting used to the routine and the work I am quite well. I think the key is resigned to the idea that Ocean City is not exciting and concentrate on work and cultivate friendships, while I'm here and use the time after that I will have to visit interesting places. Less to think that here without a car is difficult to move (because, unfortunately, is very hard to get days off to coincide with the hours of public transport) and less innervosirò me.
However, these three weeks of work in a shop make me competent enough to do some anthropological considerations. First of all, listen hear and do the job I do not mind at all. It 's almost ironic and paradoxical because, who knows me knows me orders have never been too nice and in general I avoid like the plague, and try to fend for myself as much as possible. But now I find myself in their shoes to understand why they try to approach: first, to serve the customer by a shot of life to a day's work which otherwise consists for the most part when ordering the goods and patrol the store and then, believe me it is really a nice feeling being able to find what the customer seeks to see the expression of the people satisfied and grateful thanks. Clearly, more you have agreed to qualify, the more you feel your lover when he rattles off knowledge about a product or go fishing the goods that customers could not find themselves in a hidden corner, or even to aid a colleague do something.
But back to the anthropological considerations. I enjoy staying in cash because that's where the strangeness of people emerge most: importantly, I love it as you hold out the merchandise you want to buy.
The contemptuous: it is what comes to the checkout and launch its purchases with air uninterested, as if the matter did not concern him. Most of the Sometimes it's a family man, with a retinue of children as to what action could not help but be satisfied, but that obviously is not at all happy with what's going on. The
so, probably afraid that the cashier who is taking the customers and if you eat in one bite, given that it takes as far apart as possible and supports the things on the edge of the bar, so that you have to distendertici above to reach them .
The enthusiastic: going to buy a lot 'of stuff and deposits it on the counter with an air of pride. Do not give anything if you spend $ 150 on shit, just nothing.
enthusiast stealth: how excited he bought a lot of stuff, but sits on a bench at a time, looking slightly embarrassed ... what can you do, it seems to say, I'm too cute to resist.
The undecided rallied a bit 'of products, but changes his mind at least three times, especially when you've already passed the barcode, tripling the time of check-out.
The incredulous despite each product is priced at the time of paying the amount is surprised and asks, looking outraged, the price of every single thing. Sometimes it gives up something.
Then, I noticed that for many Americans the idea Wallet is loosely known: instead, take notes in my pocket, all curled up, or worse, in the pocket of wet bathing suit ... so you get this piece of paper lifeless and damp.
But the most ridiculous thing is how some customers will be Piazzino front, fanning themselves and ask how much something costs ... when the price is right under their noses because, as I said, everything is labeled with the price. And the same thing happens on the first floor in the middle of the room is a horseshoe-shaped counter, where I laid some games and behind which there is another chest, but it is closed, so information in large letters and bright colors on the sheet that is attached monitor. But you see that is not enough, because many people ask him if you can count ... oh, well, American airhead. The idea that chance to stun the wind.
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