The answer is no. No one is sane, at least no one that I came in contact with this week. Don't believe me? Let me start with a story that will surely capture the tone of my week.
Monday morning I get into work and I'm informed there is a message from a customer that I need to attend to. I'm a little frustrated before even picking up the phone to listen to it, I've been at work for 10 minutes and already there is an issue. Little did I expect that the message was from someone's whack-job grandmother. Her request will frustrate anyone who's ever worked in retail or customer service.
She wanted me to help her locate a tee shirt she purchased two years ago. Two fucking years ago. Stellar. The chance we still sold a product from two years was slim. I called her back and after a lot of rambling she finally told me what she was looking for. I asked her to please read me the style number in the tag so I could see if we still had it. This was a process in and of itself because she literally read me the whole entire tag, washing instructions and all, before finally giving me the style number.
When I searched it I was relieved it was one of the basics we always had in stock. I thought my job was done and she could hop online and order it. Little did I know I was also going to have to teach this woman how to use the world wide web. I literally had to tell her everything down to putting ".com" at the end of the URL. I also had to tell her at least 35 times the name of the website.
Once we were there it was a struggle explaining how to shop by category and where to find the tee. Much more went into this conversation, but eventually we got the job done. She then spent five minutes telling me what a great employee I was and asking if she could talk to my boss to tell me that. Sweet, but I just wanted off the damn phone.
The rest of the week consisted of absurd tasks like:
-Tracking down the UPS man and convincing him to give us a package my boss wanted NOW.
-Completely reorganizing an entire showroom only to be told that they actually liked the original way better - so then reorganizing it.
-Spending a whole day running around town searching for chicken noodle soup. Seriously. Not kidding.
That's the thing with interning, especially in the fashion industry, and especially for free. There is no such thing as a typical day. You go into work every morning without a clue what the day is going to hold. Sometimes you end up helping a lunatic work the internet, and sometimes you get to spend the day dressing and undressing models. It's really just a gamble.
So that, my lovely readers, is exactly why this week is entitled "Is Anyone Sane?" because no one is. This week was strange and busy and stressful and the only thing getting me through is knowing that next week will be spent showing the brand's latest collection to boutiques around the city. AKA shopping days!
See you next week (send good vibes, I need them).