Shop Assistant of the Week goes to Gwen from Chances Takanini!
After my last encounter with the worst assistant of the week (who could have entered Zak’s book of unlikely friendships), it was such a contrast to then be privileged to be assisted by the remarkable Gwen. Even before I entered the store, Gwen had welcomed Zak and was instantly listening to his incessant chatter about the lastest book he had been given by his wonderful Aunty Kylie. Callum was also interacted with for the brief few seconds he stood still. I was able to look around the store without a kid-appendage and worrying about the small fry making a runner for the front door as soon as I entered the changing room. Naturally the kids were both sardined into the changing room when other customers entered the store, but when I became the sole customer again they were able to be released to assist Gwen again. Both were able to ferry clothes from the booth to the counter with the words, ‘too small’, or ‘too big’ or ‘just not mummy’. Both boys were kept busy being ‘really helpful’, and Zak took great pride in selecting items saying, ‘These are the colours mummy likes.’ We all came out of the store content with our experience, knowing that the shop assistant really is the one who can channel the boundless energy of boys into a source of help or hindrance. Gwen you’re a star!
“You should keep your offspring under control…if you can.”
This was said to me today by a female sales assistant at a clothing store. A huge smile adorned her face and I simply could not work out whether she was joking or not. It doesn’t help that my brain doesn’t function instantly when in a state of shock. My natural reaction was to laugh, just assuming that someone who was supposed to be keeping customers happy and in their store, couldn’t have just been blunt and obnoxious. The other reaction was to simply ignore it, thinking that if she had actually been serious then she obviously was not a parent who had been shopping with small children before – and therefore was acting like a complete ignoramus and worthy of defying.
To set the scene. Zak, 6 years, and Callum 2.5 years (both boys – an important thing to know) had already endured 3 hours of one shopping mall already and this was their second. Outside the clothing shop I had given them a short break and they had been able to play rapturously in a ride-on icecream truck before they were herded back into the store to see how their aunty was getting on with her clothes selections. Once in the changing room area they would normally have been able to make faces at themselves in the mirrors, and roll and crawl around a spare cubicle. Unfortunately the cubicles all had to be used and Callum then decided, “Why on earth am I in this shop when I could be on the icecream truck”, and bolted for the front doors. Of course I ran after him and dragged him back in. My sister needed a different size of an item which I went to get, leaving behind both children lying under the door of my sister’s cubicle chatting away to her. As I approached the cubicle again I was given the order by the salesperson to keep my kids under control… or was she joking? How could you be serious and say that sort of thing with a full smile? Why would an assistant say that to a customer?If I hadn’t been so shocked I should have asked her right then and there if she was trying in a warped way to be funny. As I walked out of the store I ummed and ahhed about clarifying it with her but decided not to – who really wants to know the full opinion of someone who either has a warped since of humour or is completely clueless about small males and shopping – late in the afternoon! But then…I have a habit of taking criticism way too seriously and personally – was it a joke?
Parents – what would you have thought and done?
Well, I am now onto Day 5 of my new transformation, and yes, it has been a real eye-opener! So far I have managed to achieve bits of one aspect of my goal – eat two breakfasts that didn’t comprise of bought muesli! Although, in the past I would have looked with disgust on my results and thought of myself as an absolute failure, I now don’t. What I now see is someone who has other priorities in her life rather than being fit, toned and flat stomached. My goals were unrealistic when set up against the needs of my family – my self-improvement goals will now always take the backseat whereas in the past they would have been my driving force. I have also had to come face to face with how distracted I can be when I have had broken sleep the night before. I am NOT motivated to bounce around and exercise or plan my next fabulous breakfast dish, when I have been woken up three times in the night by a coughing toddler – for the fifth night in a row! So, my goals have now been reduced to simply eating less at night and running around with the kids when I can fit it in between the endless housework and showers of rain. My toning may now take two years rather than 12 weeks but it will happen – I will not fall off the journey of self-improvement just because the progress is so painfully slow – one cannot move as fast with two children strapped to your leg – we will all move forward together.
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