I wanted to start a blog on visual merchandising. How cool is that?
But will i get sue or something if i took photos and comments them on my blogs?
*think hard*
rachel @ homelessconcept
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Sales Event Aftermath
Last week, i burned calories at the Singapore Expo Sale for Timberland.
It was a 3 day event and i happily went to sign up for all 3 days.
Thanks goodess the welfare was good. Got 4 days time-off for that.
The sale event was fun and nevertheless, experiencing.
Some funny questions, do hit me when i was selling footwear:
C- customer, M-me, myself.
C- “Hi, can i try this pair on my size?”
M- (thinking to myself, ‘ya, and your size is?” like i know your size like that)
“Oh, can i get your size mdm?”
C- “Hm, what size is this?”
M- “7, mdm”
C- “Oh, let me try size 7 then.”
M- “ya, this is size 7, you wanna give it a try. If it fits, i get you a new pair?”
(duh!!)
C- (looking at a pair of shoe)
M- “Hi, you wanna give it a try, its the last pair already.”
C- “Oh, do you another color?”
M- “hm, no last pair already, no other colors”
C- “Hm, do you have size 6.5”
M- “Hm, this is the last pair already and its 6.5. Can give it a try.”
C- (fits well and happy and contented)
“ alright, i’ll take this.. try on another side”
M- “Can, let me pack it up for you, thanks!”
C- “Do you have a new pair?”
M- “...............” “THIS IS THE LAST PAIR ALREADY” (saying it nicely to the customer
(people, define, last PAIR!)
and customers can actually ask me, do you know what size my son wears?
like i know your son like that lor!! You think what size he wears huh?
I think? Why not you think for your son? (duh!!)
It was a 3 day event and i happily went to sign up for all 3 days.
Thanks goodess the welfare was good. Got 4 days time-off for that.
The sale event was fun and nevertheless, experiencing.
Some funny questions, do hit me when i was selling footwear:
C- customer, M-me, myself.
C- “Hi, can i try this pair on my size?”
M- (thinking to myself, ‘ya, and your size is?” like i know your size like that)
“Oh, can i get your size mdm?”
C- “Hm, what size is this?”
M- “7, mdm”
C- “Oh, let me try size 7 then.”
M- “ya, this is size 7, you wanna give it a try. If it fits, i get you a new pair?”
(duh!!)
C- (looking at a pair of shoe)
M- “Hi, you wanna give it a try, its the last pair already.”
C- “Oh, do you another color?”
M- “hm, no last pair already, no other colors”
C- “Hm, do you have size 6.5”
M- “Hm, this is the last pair already and its 6.5. Can give it a try.”
C- (fits well and happy and contented)
“ alright, i’ll take this.. try on another side”
M- “Can, let me pack it up for you, thanks!”
C- “Do you have a new pair?”
M- “...............” “THIS IS THE LAST PAIR ALREADY” (saying it nicely to the customer
(people, define, last PAIR!)
and customers can actually ask me, do you know what size my son wears?
like i know your son like that lor!! You think what size he wears huh?
I think? Why not you think for your son? (duh!!)
there's always, SUNSHINE AFTER THE RAIN!
I missed gym for a couple of weeks. Mainly becos the girl’s grandpa passed away.
It was a remorseful event. The first time, i ever experienced how life is so fragile.
I reckon he must be strong man in his thirties/fourties (based on the photos). Rather handsome
in his late twenties as well. It was a christian wake, so not much of those ‘cry out loud’ moments.
I was with the girl for almost a week. We spent nights at sgh looking after him, watching late night shows, having
junk food to kill those hunger pangs, check on grandpa’s temperature, his heart rate/oxygen, pulse.
We reckon the nurses were almost sick of us. but they were nice people.
Years ago, i am much eager to be a nurse one day. But after merely a week at sgh, i realise i dont want
to be one. not much that i cant, but i admire how much patience they have in order to get patients to have
their meals, accept patients scoldings, how much attention they must provide to them, sometimes even
those shitty work. The girl cried all day and i shed tears when the body was sent for cremeation. On a
lighter note, all things are well again. thanks goodness!!
rachel @ homelessconcept
It was a remorseful event. The first time, i ever experienced how life is so fragile.
I reckon he must be strong man in his thirties/fourties (based on the photos). Rather handsome
in his late twenties as well. It was a christian wake, so not much of those ‘cry out loud’ moments.
I was with the girl for almost a week. We spent nights at sgh looking after him, watching late night shows, having
junk food to kill those hunger pangs, check on grandpa’s temperature, his heart rate/oxygen, pulse.
We reckon the nurses were almost sick of us. but they were nice people.
Years ago, i am much eager to be a nurse one day. But after merely a week at sgh, i realise i dont want
to be one. not much that i cant, but i admire how much patience they have in order to get patients to have
their meals, accept patients scoldings, how much attention they must provide to them, sometimes even
those shitty work. The girl cried all day and i shed tears when the body was sent for cremeation. On a
lighter note, all things are well again. thanks goodness!!
rachel @ homelessconcept
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