Truth be told, if you weren't already aware, I am currently employed buy a small store inside our local mall. This store sells a large assortment of soaps, lotions, creams, shampoos and conditioners, bubble baths, lip balms, loofas.......oh God, the loofas......
You get the idea. At any rate, working there sucks a really big, scabie infested asscrack. Don't get me wrong, it's a nice place. My managers are generally nice people, who don't mind if I'm a couple minutes late here and there, or if I completely fuck something up out on the floor...you know how it is, half of you people out there probably have some kind of retail experience under your belt.
Shit, I just realized i could basically drone on and on about this, but nobody has the patience to read that long of a story written by yours truly. So I'm going to make a short, accurate list of the reasons why I hate working at my job:
1.) It's a women's store. NOT a chick store. Some people think I'm lucky because I can talk to hot young babes and rub test lotions on their hands. 90% of the women that come into that store are over the age of 35. And ugly.
2.) Working at this store most likely leads many people to believe that I am gay. But in all honesty, people have thought I was gay since like 7th grade, so this really isn't any big thing.
3.) I am the only male employed at this store. Not really a big deal either, but sometimes it's overwhelming.
4.) The one thing that truly pisses me off to no end, is that any time my back is turned to a customer while I'm stocking a shelf, they get my attention by saying something along the lines of "Excuse me, miss..." DAMNIT. I'm probably going to punch the next man or woman that mistakes me for a vagina-laden being just because I work in a store that smells like one.
In the words of Charlie Brown, good grief.
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"Excuse me, miss..." That's what you get for having those sexy legs of yours. er...
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