I was a shop assistant for a long time.
I spent the better part of my late teens and early twenties working everywhere from ice-cream shops, to high-end retail. I wore little paper hats and collared uniforms and plastic aprons and expensive dresses that we had to sneak back onto the shop floor after wearing.
But none of these jobs lasted very long, because I was usually fired for either eating in front of customers, or sleeping in the changerooms on my lunch break.
But even during those long years where my days were split into shifts, and food courts became my second home; I never bonded with my fellow sales assistants. In fact, for as long as I can remember, I’ve disliked shop assistants of any kind; a burning, unjustified, undeserved fury for any man or woman who dare approach me whilst I am shopping.
And I am not alone.
Women become vicious creatures when shopping (particularly if the item in question is a bikini). We are often on a strict time limit and an even stricter budget; hunting down an item so specific that we can almost SEE it before we know what it looks like.
As an example, the last shopping adventure I went on was in search of a long, striped, jumpsuit with a wide leg and slightly inappropriate neckline. You know what I walked out with? A long, striped, jumpsuit with a wide leg and slightly inappropriate neckline.
And it took me 20 minutes.
It is my utmost belief, you see, that the success of a shopping trip exists in direct correlation with the involvement of the sales assistants.
Take boutique #1.
The 23-year-old Media/Comms student who is working there is desperately trying to make her day’s budget so she can slam that staff discount down on the $950 Miu Miu stilettoes she’s been eyeing off since the start of semester. And you? You’re nothing but a little hamster in her wheel.
Your first mistake is making eye contact. She can smell your fear.
Your second mistake is getting into the changeroom. You’re trapped.
And then the routine begins: how does the medium feel? Can I grab you another size? We have a top that’s really similar. What is it you’re looking for? Is it for a special occasion? Did you have something in mind? Don’t you just love deconstructed Jean Paul Gaultier?
By this point, you’re trapped in a one metre square cube without a mirror, pulling desperately at a satin cami in the wrong size down over your boobs and sweating so profusely that you can almost detect notes of last Wednesday night’s pinot binge.
“Uh, no, I’m fine…” Your words will be muffled by the now-damp satin cami in the wrong size that doesn’t fit over your boobs, whilst you scramble desperately to find the price tag to check how much it’s going to cost you to escape this mortifying hell.
$600?!
You can feel the burning stare of the determined sales assistant through the flimsy calico curtain. She’s not going anywhere. She wants her daily budget filled, dammit.
And so you crumble, painfully aware of your grunting and the sound of seams tearing as you work to disengage yourself from the now sweat-soaked satin cami in the wrong size that doesn’t FIT OVER YOUR BLOODY BOOBS.
She won.
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Now, let’s imagine another scenario.
You’re in boutique #2.
There’s a few salespeople working the floor, so you get no more than a polite nod and smile.
Feeling confident, you take your time to browse, eventually traipsing off to the changerooms with an armful of weird items that you wouldn’t usually try on, but hey! What the heck! You’ve got all the time in the world, so why not find out whether high-waisted suede mini-shorts are your thing?
You spend a lazy 20 minutes trying on and evaluating each item in great detail. You study yourself from all angles in the large, subtly lit changeroom mirror INSIDE YOUR CUBICLE, unflustered, and undisturbed.
You walk out, dropping 13 items of well-priced items in the arms of the smiling sales girl, who doesn’t even ask you where the coat hangers are.
You won.
Just sayin’….this is what shopping SHOULD look like. Post continues after video…
There is a disclaimer in all of this, of course.
It’s not the person behind the sales assistant which I dislike. It’s the flawed system of pouncing on people, people who are likely to already be feeling rather shitty after dealing with a three way mirror/fluoro lighting sucker punch from the shop before.
It’s not the sales assistant’s fault. I know that. It’s whoever decided to write the rulebook; which I can only assume is called, “How To Lose Customers and Alienate People.”
To me, shopping is a battlefield. There is always someone, or something out to get you.
Maybe it’s a price tag with vague decimal point placement.
Maybe it was a salesgirl who popped her head over the change-room door whilst you were mid-struggle with a one-piece swimsuit that is either back-to-front, or designed to showcase your labia.
Or maybe it’s your Mum, busily filling in the sales staff on how child-bearing hips are hereditary in your family, and that’s why you (yes, you) can’t ever find jeans that fit right.
Thanks, Mum.
So I did a bit of a vox-pop of some of the Mamamia girls: what did they make of sales assistants?
“It’s better for them to stay away,” says girl A. “I tend to be very surly when I’m shopping – they should probably keep their distance.”
Strike one.
“Just leave me alone please I am old and I know what suits me and how much money I have the end!” says girl B.
Strike two.
“But I would like them to please go away,” says girl C. “I had one girl who kept handing me things to try on and I had to politely explain several times over that I didn’t want to because I didn’t like them. POLITELY! That’s actually really hard you guys.”
Strike three.
“I try to be genuine and live with the faith they will pull a face and/or suggest something else if I look bad,” said the girl D.
Wait, what?
“I really liked the sales assistant who helped me over the weekend. She made me feel good about my purchase and also laughed at all my jokes.”
Oh.
Well, there you go, shopgirls and shopboys. Apparently there are some females in the world who don’t have secret fantasies about locking you in the stockroom and pulling all your carefully folded t-shirts in annoying tissue paper onto the floor.
And as for me? I’m sticking to online shopping from now on, where I have nothing to worry about except for steady WiFi and free delivery.
Top Comments
I love love love this article! Even if you are one of Satan's spawn - a former shop assistant. Still you gave up the habit and are now reformed and willing to spill the beans on those still in the cult. We call people like you whistleblowers, you speaketh the truth that others only dareth whisper!
Ok here's the thing though, two types of people in the world, people like you and me cynical, untrusting, unfriendly to strangers, except I make an exception to hot strangers unless they are shop assistants cause I know they are soulless sociopaths willing to flatter me "oh you look stunning in fluoro green!" But will laugh and bitch about me as soon as I leave the shop.
People like you and me hate shopping, we just want to get in and get out without having to make eye contact with the peasants who we know are just there to fleece us.
However second type of person, they want to be bestirs with every shop assistant, by the end of their shopping quest they will not only be on a first name basis with all of them but will probably have told them all about their child's bed wetting problem, their husbands haemorrhoids, their neighbours affair, and their uncle's transition into a woman, not to mention their own incontinence issues and photos of their pet budgie.
Now shop assistants are trained by management to assume everyone is in the latter category. Admittedly they do not know, but here's the thing simple body language and initial verbal communication should tell them.
That is shop assistant asks "hi there, can u help you"
Type 1 smiles briefly, politely (but not enthusiastically) replies "I'm fine thanks" then averts gaze.
Bingo you have type 1, if you ignore shopper until, and, unless they approach you they will relax and perhaps browse and buy lots of things instead of beating a hasty retreat from your shop.
Type 2 smiles widely "oh hey there! Wow isn't it a hot one today! Well I'm here trying to buy an outfit for my uncles coming out party. What do you think should I wear fluro orange or green?"
Bingo this shopper wants you to circle them like a shark throwing all number of unsuitable clothing in their direction, which they might buy, then again they might just be lonely and wanting a chat.
So please managers and marketing personnel please instruct your staff to look for these two different types and act accordingly which will maximise sales.
On the other hand I can't advise you what to do when type 1 is accompanied by type 2, that is unfriendly plus super friendly who is hell bent on telling the shop assistant all of their loved ones secrets, even though loved one expressly told them beforehand, look I hate shopping we are just going to be in and out of this shop ok!
The problem though in the yin and yang of life Type 1 usually ends up marrying/conceiving or befriending Type 2. Because somehow they belong together :)
Online shopping - my favourite sales assistant!