Shopping Woes Part 2

Sales Person: Another important factor in shopping which either makes it a wonderful or bad experience is the sales person’s character. I have come across some sales girls who are so nasty and rude that makes me feel like hitting them with the stiletto that I was looking at. Some sales girls are so friendly and understand their job completely that they never make nasty faces whenever you request for different colours and sizes and even give comments (usually all positive ) regarding your choice. When I was in Sydney, I went for a job interview as a shoe sales person and my training for the first day was to smile at EACH customer and greet them. The manager told me that she was not interested with the number of shoes that I was able to sell because as a sales person I should be able to create a positive feeling for the customers. On the other hand, here in Malaysia the sales person does not even smile at you and I have encountered cashiers who don’t even look at my face and behave like programmed robots who charge the items and take money and return the receipt and balance money. WTH!! Still, I think the guys who sell Sari are the best. They take out and open the Saris without you asking them to and want you to see as much Sari as possible. No wonder in India ladies can shop for few days without going back home.


Accessories: Finding accessories that match the clothes has never been easy. I know friends who have matching shoes for every single dress that hangs in their closets. For me, I never bothered. I just buy either dark brown or black shoes which are the magic colours that fit any clothes. For once, I bought a pair of gold shoes and they are still lying in the closet unworn as I couldn’t find any dress in that colour. Some girls are very determined that they will buy a dress and immediately hunt for the appropriate accessories at that very moment itself and never leave the mall without getting them. I just pity their shopping partners especially if it’s a guy; p

Okies. I think I have rattled enough about shopping, thanks to the movie, “Confessions of a shopaholic” for the inspiration. So whoever thinks shopping is easy and very relaxing, I would ask you to think again. It is as difficult as other difficult things in life. Period.

Shopping Woes Part 1

It is universally acknowledged that shopping is an incredibly difficult task and knowing this God has chosen girls to shoulder this greater duty and given the guys the pleasure to support them physically and financially. And usually people (refers to GUYS) don't understand the mental torture that a girl endures during shopping. Shopping..Pheww.. How much decision making troubles and how much financial managements? No wonder after shopping all you want to do is sit somewhere and eat your lungs out. What makes shopping so tiring? The list goes on and on...

Decision Making- Decision making has always been the most torturous element in life regardless of the place, time and age. I think decision making process during shopping is the most excruciating pain in life. Being torn between to or not to buy is strenuous . Imagine you walk pass a shop and there lies the most beautiful dress that leaves you gasping. And you stand there making the most important decision in your life. Should i use my Credit Card knowing the reality? Should i skip my posh and lavish outing for another few months to come? Will i have enough place to store this in my already overflowing closet? Sometimes, your brain successfully overpowers your desire and you proudly walk out of a store feeling satisfied that you have controlled your desire. I'm lucky that i'm not a shopaholic to that extent but sometimes i do put a pair of shoes back to the rack dreadfully looking at the thin purse laughing at me.

Size, colour and Price- Another painful attribute of shopping is the painful journey of finding the right size, the right colour which falls within your buying power. And any lame person knows that it's not an easy task. I have a friend who undergoes such a difficult moment whenever she goes shopping for shoes. She will never find her size especially when she has already fell in love with that particular design and colour. Such disappointment is indescribable where it leaves you with welling tears ( that's an exaggeration obviously). But it makes you to feel so sad and gives some sense of rejection when you don't get what you want. And that makes you to curse the designer for being so selfish and being ignorant of other sizes. Personally, i am an underweight girl and had lot of problems in getting the right size in Malaysia that i hated going shopping. However, Sydney became a paradise for shopping when i actually i found that i'm size 6 and YES they do have clothes in that size. And that year i really spent my allowance to the maximum and had to pay extra for shipping all my stuff back home. Since i can't find a place in the closet they are still sleeping in my luggage back even after 5 months.

Rejection- That happens a lot to me. You think you have found the right clothes/shoe/bag and you try that on and flash to your friend and the person gives a nasty comment. As much as you want to hear a sincere you always refuse to take the nasty sincere comment. Recently, i was out on the mission of getting a new handbag, and as i laid my eyes on one piece, i went like "isn't she gorgeous?" and tried on. And my friend was "That's not nice. It's too childish. May be you should carry something else". My face wilted at that immediate moment. Then regaining my composure i took another one and she was shaking her head in refusal. I was seriously disappointed and in my heart i was like "May be i should just come alone another time and get one". But at the end of the day we found one beautiful bag that both of us agreed on immediately. Anyways thanks venisha for the sincere comments though at times i feel like choking your throat for rejecting them.

to be continued...

Exam..

Phew! The exam fever is finally over. I can’t believe that I am done with exam for another few years to come. After this, I am going to be the beast who tortures students with exams. 6 years of studies is coming to an end in another 6 months and I just can’t believe it ( though, everyday I woke up and wished I was already working especially when I had assignments to do and exams to study for). I just realised that I actually love examinations (I know that might sound freaking weird). I love the adrenalin rush at the very first mention of test. I love fidgeting in the examination hall and praying to every God for an easier paper. I love cracking my head to find an answer for a difficult question and mentally patting me when I got it right. Digging through my unorganized mental schemata and finding the right answer at the nick of time always fascinated me. It makes you to feel like a survivor; a smart alec or just a good digger, may be? But the feeling is indescribable.

But yeah, I have had moments where I feel like crying looking at the question paper; pouncing at the test designers for making my life a hell or curse the person next to me who writes non-stop. But then, on a frank note I have always felt difficult tests are very interesting as no one can easily answer them but the smart ones. Anyways, I might be roaming in blog world more often now that I am completely free. Adios