confirtable

A woman called my department today asking if we had a particular comforter in stock, which we did, then started harping at me to set it aside for her until she got back in town. I told her why we couldn't do that but she was insistent, as if I just do things like that in spite of my manager's plans for setting up a store wide inventory. With other people trying to check out through me right then and there I've got to admit that this woman being stubbornly persistent at me over the phone for a sale which may or may not happen and even then may or may not count towards my quota, I couldn't make myself really care too much. Lesson of the day: beating stringy promises out of strangers is pretty much pointless.