The Thief
The other day, while working at the store that is not called The Great White North (I’m inclined to call this location The Dirty South, but am afraid of what other connotations that may bring), we were almost robbed. Yeah, I’ve said this before. I’ll probably say it again somewhere down the road. But robbery … Read more
Talk Box
A gal and her husband came into the store yesterday looking for a replacement chain for her medical ID bracelet; apparently hers was irritating her skin. I only glanced at her charm long enough to know it was legit, mainly because I had no need or desire to know what her ailment was. It was … Read more
CAMP-of-the-CREEPERSTARINGINTHEWINDOW
Please take a moment and catch up on my previous posts about my current job. Hello Officer. And Please Don’t Follow me Home. Caught up? Ok, great. The jewelry store I work for has two locations; the second location is what we call The Fishbowl, for it has windows on all four walls and two … Read more
Hello Officer
The other day, I was telling my folks about my day at work: “This guy came into the store, wearing a black turtle-neck, cargo pants, boots, a belt and on his belt….a really.big.gun. I got really nervous, mainly because he was nervous — when people walk into a jewelry store nervous, it tends to make … Read more
Please Don’t Follow Me Home
On top of learning about rose gold and 117 point diamonds, I’m also learning quite a bit these days about other industry must-knows: Like the emotional value placed on hunks of metal and rock. And how that changes people’s minds when you tell them the metal they want to sell you will be melted down. … Read more
Seven Days
I had been holding in the secret for a week. She had originally approached me for store-maneuvering advice; I gave her what my three-week old perspective could give in such a situation. Then she told me to keep quiet. A whole week, she made me wait. Then the others knew so suddenly that there was … Read more
