CENTENARY.

This is my 100th post. HUZZAH.

Apart from that monumental occasion, today was pretty average. Work was completely dead, perhaps to make ammends for yesterday's rush. No doubt it was due to the amazing weather outside, which actually made my day worse as not only did I want to be outside as opposed to stuck in a shop all day, the shop has really poor air conditioning, so it becomes airless, stuffy and hot on such a day. The end of the day saw a particular customer come in to buy a Vaccuum Cleaner. As they were paying they asked whether it was built up in the box. I informed them there is a tiny bit of assembly required but it's straight forward and there's instructions. At first they were horrified to hear of such a revalation as this, then asked me to build it for them. My reply was truthful in that the company isn't insured for salesmen to assemble stuff like that. It sounds petty but they had been moaning previously and it wasn't a 90-year-old woman; they were both perfectly capable of putting it together so there was no point in me breaking company policy to appease their laziness. They informed me I was talking rubbish, but I couldn't really care less and knew I was telling the truth, so they backed down on that, reverting to generic moaning about how awful the company is: "I've always gone into shops and had things put together for me; not like the other companies; absolute rubbish; the other places don't charge you for delivery; you get things delivered for free everywhere else-" I interrupted her at this point; "We do free delivery". She pounced upon this claim with arrogance that I have not seen in a while, retorting in a tone that made it perfectly clear she was completely right and I was a pitiful, sub-human, lying, cheating piece of dirt; "Oh really; what can you deliver for free, then?", as she stared at me, clearly challenging me. I replied with an honest air of apathy, but a growing twinge of defiance "Washing machines, dishwashers, cookers, dryers, fridges, freezers, televisions", whilst pointing at every corner of the shop to ensure I had covered the entire range of stock. Unfased, she beckoned me to a small standee upon a dishwasher. Here she had clearly gotten the better of me; "Look: 59 pounds to deliver a Dishwasher? Outrageous." On closer inspection the sign read:
Dishwasher Valet: Get your existing dishwasher professionally cleaned and fine-tuned for optimum performance
"No madam, that is to get your dishwasher cleaed." A small pause of consideration (consideration that would have been better put to use ten minuted previously) and she unspokenly conceded sipmly by saying "Oh." and walking out the door.

Other than this, little else of importance happened today. All in all it's been a horrifically boring day that dragged on forever.