Saturday, 12 February 2011

American High Schools, Customer Service, and Cheerleaders

Twice since moving to England I've worked retail. Twice I have voluntarily spent my time selling clothing while selling credit, spacing hangers evenly, and picking stock up off the floor. Twice, I have sat through training sessions which did not focus on how to work the till or the law governing the selling of store cards. Instead I sat with a sufficient amount of irony while I was told how to provide "American Customer Service" which apparently involves smiling like a clown, asking customers personal questions, and interrupting a browsing customer no matter what their body language says. Firstly, what the English perceive as American customer service is not American customer service. Secondly, English customers are oddly not Americans. Let's just say there were many months in which my sense of the ironic kept me from biting my tongue right off.

I held that first retail gig long before any of us saw a giant recession coming but shortly after the first High School Musical hit cinemas. I worked with many young women who had left school at 16 (which is to say they graduated) and decided to pursue careers in retail. Retail here is a perfectly acceptable career choice with a defined career path, and I was one of only a handful of part-time interlopers who were funding an education. I was also endlessly fascinating because I had a unique perspective on what goes on inside an American high school.

Well, endlessly fascinating for just long enough for me to tell them that, "No. No, high school is nothing like that. It's a terrible dark miserable place." And I'd return magically to my roll of part-time staff.

By the time I started gig number two, the giant recession had hit, and I found myself part-time staff for a company that didn't hire staff for more than thirty hours a week. The demographic had changed. Suddenly the folks working in retail were university graduates. Some like me had graduate degrees. More than a few had skills this country desperately needs, but there are still no jobs. Among the staff, leaving school at 16 for a dream job in retail was a rarity. But the store still had that handful of part-time staff putting themselves through uni. Only this time, there was Glee all over Channel 4, and  Friday Night Lights had started to make late night appearances. The question had changed from "Is it like that" to "Who would I be?"

What can I possibly say to that? Probably the same person you are? A Cheerleader? A rah rah girl? A jock? A three dimensional person? The international exchange student everyone loves? It seems mean to dash another dream. If you're wondering, terrible things happen to people in high school, not the least of which is this:

10 comments:

  1. Is this you? Mine looked like a wedding dress. I think I terrified my date.

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  2. Oh, yes. That is me. There were several years when wedding dresses were very popular for prom, weren't there?

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  3. I always love reading your observations! 'It was fashionable at the time'.... None of us are getting out of here without using that line at least once in our lives!
    Interesting about the customer service thing, it kind of bugged me when I worked in retail, but I was a 'baby' at the time so I didn't dare not go along with it!

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  4. I've worked in a couple of shops when I was still at school. Utterly hideous. Bleeeuuurgh.

    In my first job, I got £1.44/hour. Can you believe it? More fool me!

    But the second job, in a men's clothes store was the worst. I wouldn't go back for a million pounds.

    I love your observations about slices of English life. They're addictive!

    Sarahx

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  5. Melissa: I visited some friends last year who pulled out pictures of me in a bloomed t-shirt and cut-offs. I've sworn them to secrecy. Thanks so much for the compliment. It's nice to know I'm not talking to myself.

    Sarah: They paid you how much? And men's wear was a special kind of awful. I completely agree.

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  6. There is nothing like real American customer service. It truly is the best :) XOL

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  7. It is better if you learn how to provide good customer service. Anyway, thanks for sharing this post. Looking for your next post.

    -mel-

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