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So we’ve had a celebrity frequenting my place of employment lately. Even after the initial ‘ooh’ing and ‘ahh’ing, she’s turned out to be a pretty cool gal, all things considered, with her own specific quirks that I probably notice more acutely than I would with other people. You know, the glam of the whole situation wore off very fast. Today was only the second time I’ve met this person, and it was like seeing any other familiar face walk through the door. I guess that’s not really weird. Hmph. Anyway.

Other than this person being a generally pleasant soul, when she came by today things were overwhelmingly busy. There were people everywhere demanding my attention, but when she arrived I went out of my way to greet her, as well as her mother and their family friend (who had been waiting for their arrival and whose needs I was already attending to).

The celebutante in question had casually asked me to get her something and I assented. I had every intention of getting it, but I believe she noticed how busy we were, saw that I became caught up in something else, and thought she would “help” by getting it herself. She strolled into the back room/clearly designated “Employees Only” area and asked me where the item was, expressing to me her intention by shouting, “I’ll just get it myself”.

Here’s the thing: whether or not she may have thought she was helping, or whether she was just being an impatient little superstar, it was a bad idea all around for her to have done this. The ‘back room’ I speak of is a disaster zone. There are boxes blocking passageways, precariously perched inventory items just waiting to drop from shelves, sensitive business-related materials, random junk, and, periodically, employees hiding from the throngs of customers who want 100% of that person’s attention 100% of the time.

What am I supposed to say at that point? “Wait, stupid girl, if my boss knew you were doing this she would probably scream!” or “No, thanks anyway, but pending any possible injuries to your person, we don’t want to get sued.” I did neither, although I instinctively wanted to. Instead I told her that it would be troublesome because the items were high up and I would have to use a ladder. Then I immediately dropped what I was doing and went to get them myself, preventing her from any further attempts to take control of the situation on her own.

I know this sounds like a ridiculously silly story to even bother thinking twice about, and that it was only one small event in a long line of mundane daily superfluous plot points, but I wanted to reach out to any celebrities, demi-celebrities, or future celebrities who may or may not be reading this blog (ha!) – I admire your tenacity, but please let us do our thing. Thank you.