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I Spleen My Job!
5/12/13 12:04 amOr do I mean heart…?
It's a weird life, children, this life of retail slavery. People really seem to expect some kind of cross between Stepin Fetchet and Shirley Temple--the old folks know what I'm talking about, the rest of ya'll google it. And then there are the folks who think you're a sales clerk/therapist. OMG, they're not paying me to listen to your life woes! They're barely paying me enough to pick up after your ass! And yet, there are people who you let drone on and on because you know that you're the friendliest, closest human interaction they've had all week. Maybe longer. I know, sometimes I'm a sucker. There's a way to do that and maintain some distance though, also a good thing. I'm just your fitting room friend, don't get it twisted.
There's fun to be had, like the fun of dealing with the herd mentality of young girls, who act like you've severed them at the hips when you force them into separate fitting rooms...there's dealing with young boys, who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them, there's dealing with grown men who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them, there's dealing with old guys who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them...dealing with people who think my name tag reads "Kizzy" instead of "Roxy", which it doesn't, I'm just pretending like ya'll don't know my real boring name.
All of that, just to share this wityall!
Ten Things You Learn At A Retail Job
Some of these things, I am really bad at. Like #3. They generally don't argue with me, and cashiers used to always call me for price checks. I have this look, I guess. And #9...I've had folks try and scream at me because we don't have the thing they want. Nuts, right? I ain't got time for that. And #10--HAH! They gave up trying to call me in yeeeeeaars ago.
It's a weird life, children, this life of retail slavery. People really seem to expect some kind of cross between Stepin Fetchet and Shirley Temple--the old folks know what I'm talking about, the rest of ya'll google it. And then there are the folks who think you're a sales clerk/therapist. OMG, they're not paying me to listen to your life woes! They're barely paying me enough to pick up after your ass! And yet, there are people who you let drone on and on because you know that you're the friendliest, closest human interaction they've had all week. Maybe longer. I know, sometimes I'm a sucker. There's a way to do that and maintain some distance though, also a good thing. I'm just your fitting room friend, don't get it twisted.
There's fun to be had, like the fun of dealing with the herd mentality of young girls, who act like you've severed them at the hips when you force them into separate fitting rooms...there's dealing with young boys, who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them, there's dealing with grown men who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them, there's dealing with old guys who think every older woman is their mother and will clean up after them...dealing with people who think my name tag reads "Kizzy" instead of "Roxy", which it doesn't, I'm just pretending like ya'll don't know my real boring name.
All of that, just to share this wityall!
Ten Things You Learn At A Retail Job
Some of these things, I am really bad at. Like #3. They generally don't argue with me, and cashiers used to always call me for price checks. I have this look, I guess. And #9...I've had folks try and scream at me because we don't have the thing they want. Nuts, right? I ain't got time for that. And #10--HAH! They gave up trying to call me in yeeeeeaars ago.
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