Sitting at this desk all day makes my neck hurt.
I'm so effing bored I could rip out my hair & strangle myself with it.
Let me regale you with a tale of the best part of working at the mall when I was 16...
WORST EMPLOYEE EVER.
I went through a pretty ugly punk rock phase in highschool, complete with shaved head and nothing but plaid pants so the only place I could get a part time job [looking a mess] was one of two really tacky/trendy clothing stores. My responsibilities there included greeting customers, I was really no good at that...mostly I'd sit on the folding table and kind of roll my eyes at anyone who walked in. Working the cash register, but I was usually too high to handle that. Watching over the dressing room area, except when my friends came in & I let them take whatever they wanted. And straightening up & keeping the store organized...yeah, I was really good at that...just kidding.
Mostly I would just wander around the mall. Friends would come visit and hang out behind the counter. Everyone would take turns watching the store while we smoked pot in the back room.
I worked there for about nine months when we found out that our location was being closed which meant we no longer had to do inventory...which meant free clothes for me & all the other employees. One weekend we all just took turns filling up garbage bags full of clothes, shoes, everything. I had a few friends come up and pick out stuff they wanted. It was all pretty cheesey shit but free is free. My trunk &back seat were completely stuffed with the loot. I still can't believe we did that.
So a few weeks later I scheduled my last day and said goodbye to the other sales associates and mangers that were transferred to other store locations. I had like three weeks left and the manager they had sent in from another store to handle the last couple months was a complete dick. He was like 28, why was he so proud of managing a trendy little mallrats paradise? Also, everything was by the book...which I wasn't used to and could not stand. I put up with his bullshit for like three days. & just as it started getting busy thanks to all the merchandise being like 60% off, right in the middle of my shift, I dropped what I was doing and just left.
Of course, now I'm a little bit older, a little more behaved, way less sketchy; and needless to say--I'm no longer in retail.
(Posted by anonymous)
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