customer: I need this kind of battery.
me: We can order those for you but we don't have them in stock.
customer: Well I need it now!
At this point a little SAT-ish bubble pops up into my head.
a) "Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"
b) "How does it feel to want?"
c) [just laugh]
d) [laugh and point]
Of course, I did nothing of the sort because believe me, Princess Mononoke here isn't worth losing my job over, but hey...
On a more pleasant note, I burned a CD with G Love, Sean Paul, Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service and Scissor Sisters this morning, just so I could have something better to listen to at work. The ninth time around I was getting evil looks from the coworkers.
Right about this time, a girl comes in (very polite, soft-spoken, really friendly in a subdued sort of way), confused about a device she purchased. I'd just begun the CD again (I can play a song into the ground if I really like it), Death Cab's A Movie Script Ending kicks in, she comments that she adores this song.
I walk over to the CD player and remove the disc since at least two people will likely draw straws on who will have the honor of shoving it straight up my ass if I play it one more time. The girl comments, "You're just turned off a song I like??" with more mild shock at the perceived rudeness than true irritation. I hand her the CD and mention there are some other tracks on there she might like.
In short, I think I seriously made her day, though I explained that it was trivial to make and trivial to replace. She mentioned she couldn't download music (didn't say why, just that she couldn't). I showed her how to use the device she came in asking about and that was it. So I think I seriously made someone's day. And I live for that shit.
Today was good. Boring, but good.