‘Cause this is what happens when you don’t swatch and measure ribbing when it isn’t stretched
:( That was my t-shirt style Eiffel. Frogged. It was way too small. It didn’t just look too small ’cause of the ribbing. Sigh. So, I’ve cast on a larger size and I’m not gonna stop and move on just ’cause I’m bored after not quite enough inches. This will fit me, darn it.
Oh, and a random conversation from work :p
Me: “Hi, can I help you find anything?”
Cruise ship guy who can’t speak English very well: “These pants–another in my size?”
Me: *glances through rack* “No, I don’t see any, sorry. That’s the last one we have in that size.”
CSG: “No others? But these are damaged.”
Me: *glances are perfectly good distressed jeans* “I don’t think they are, actually. That’s the style. See, all of the pants of that style have the fading and threads. It’s how they are manufactured.”
CSG: “No, this is damaged. Do I get a discount?”
Me: “I’m sorry, no, that’s the style. They are meant to look like that. Would you like to try on this style? It doesn’t have the distressed details.”
CSG: “I’d like the discount on these.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I can’t give a discount on undamaged products. How about this other style?”
This goes on for a couple of minutes.
CSG: *notices my trainee badge* “Oh, you are trainee. Can I speak to manager about getting discount on damaged product?”
No manager around, enter senior employee
SE: “I’m sorry, but the product isn’t damaged. They are already on sale, and you do get a discount for being a cruise ship passenger. If you don’t like that style, can I suggest this one?”
CSG: “No, I want discount on these damaged pants.”
Goes on for a few minutes more. Another employee comes along and the cycle continues.
He eventually bought the jeans. For like 15 bucks. I mean, trying to get a discount when it’s only gonna cost you 15 bucks to begin with? *rollseyes* But, anywho, new job is going fairly well, except I fail as an employee. Called in sick the first day, then the first time they needed to call me in, my phone got busy while I was waiting for the call to say whether or not they really would need me, and stayed busy until it was too late for them to get me in (I wasn’t avoiding them, I swear.) AND THEN I was 56 minutes late for a shift ’cause I thought I worked Friday, not Thursday. Oh, and that was the day the regional manager was in. And, yep, this is all in the first two weeks. I fail.