Woooh! I really had a bad time yesterday. I didn't even had a decent sleep cause I was so worried about what happened at work. Therefore I was starting to get paranoid, like the head division will yell at me or worst.. they'll sack me! etc. etc.

Luckily I met Giovanna, one of my colleagues, at the train station this morning. I explained her what happened and she assured me by telling that she had experienced something like that too in the past. I even told her that I didn't tell anybody about what happened even to the supervisor. And again she said that I better keep my gaffe to myself, unless somebody goes complaining. Haha. It's some protection from the other colleagues who are always there waiting for your mistake and ready to discredit/to bad mouth you to the supervisor. LECCACULO!

After having that conversation with Giovanna I'm less worried now. I can say that I'll be sleeping soundly tonight. Hehe.

Well, that is it! From now on I'll be extra careful! I promise! I will always remember to check the liquors' boxes before sealing them in the bag. With the receipt of course! Cause if not, I'll be in great trouble.

Anyways, today I was destined at the LAST MINUTE SHOP with Enrico, where only few people buy. What we only do there is chat or get ourselves bored by watching people passing with their hand luggage. Act to do something productive, like arranging the goods on the shelves when the Director is there checking. Haha. But most of the time, like I said before, we do nothing there.

Till here. Till next update!

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I blew it! BIG TIME!

Today at work I've sold a bottle of liquor, a Remy Martin worth €130 to be precise, with the anti-shoplifting tag (I don't know how is it called). Damn! I'm kinda in limbo now because I'm afraid that the client may complain.

It wasn't my fault. Well, partially my fault because I haven't checked inside the box. This may sound only an excuse (actually, it's an excuse) but the bottle was inside the box and I didn't know it has this anti-shoplifting tag inside. Nobody told me that liquors in the boxes have this tags inside.

What to do?? What to do??

I don't know. I'm so clueless. I didn't even told my supervisor about it because I was freaking terrified when I realized that I've done something wrong. And it was about an hour after doing the sale operation.

Even the client didn't come back though when the alarm rang. I just wish that that person won't go complaining. Because if she complains I'll be in deep shit. And believe me when I say deep. In every receipt it's printed the cashier's number. Easily they will know that I was the one who sold it. Gaahh. I can't even imagine what would happen to me.

Anyways, to get rid of that annoying tag, she/he just needs to get a pair of scissors and cut the plastic band around the bottle's neck. It's already nice that the tag was locked with a plastic band. Because if it wasn't, she/he wouldn't be able to open it. And with this scenario, it's more likely that the client would complain. And I'll be doomed.

Let's hope for the best end for this disaster.

Well, at least me, I'm hoping for an happy ending.

Labels: disaster, rants, work