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Working at Hollister has caused me to really hate people. Ok, hate is a strong word. And I'm not taking it back. How hard is it to put a pair of sweatpants back on the table you got them from? How hard is it to put some fucking clothes back in a closet, instead of leaving them on the floor in the fitting room? Or instead of coming over to me, at the register, and saying, "I don't want this stuff, what do I do with it?" Are you fucking stupid? Put it back where you found it, you fucking moron! You think I have nothing better to do than put away clothes after you decided to unfold them, on impulse, just so you could look at them for six seconds and peel off the size sticker? And don't get me started on those size stickers. Why do you feel the urge to stick them on the walls of my fitting rooms? You callous, uncaring, thoughtless bastards. And do you understand that our clearance closets are filled with tops that are literally folded IN HALF? That's it. HALF-FOLDED! HOW FUCKING DIFFICULT IS THAT FOR YOU TO COMPREHEND? FOLD THINGS WHEN YOU PUT THEM BACK! PICK UP AFTER YOURSELVES! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
I realize that I work in retail and that my job is to deal with all this stuff. I understand that, and yeah, I understand that I'm getting paid to do what I do. I'm only complaining because people take advantage of that fact to a point that is all too often completely intolerable. People constantly prove themselves as being not only lazy, but ultimately disrespectful to the order and organization that we try to maintain in our store. We do have other responsibilities, we're not there simply to work as servants to our obnoxiously inconsiderate customers. It's hard enough just to stop fifteen year old high school drop-outs with sticky fingers and uncontrollable greed from stealing our perfume and cologne testers, let alone open fitting rooms, refold every stack of clothes in the store in five minute intervals, and cash people out while we do it. Seriously people, grow the fuck up. Unless you're six years old or younger, I should not have to babysit you while you shop.
Sorry for cussin'.
I realize that I work in retail and that my job is to deal with all this stuff. I understand that, and yeah, I understand that I'm getting paid to do what I do. I'm only complaining because people take advantage of that fact to a point that is all too often completely intolerable. People constantly prove themselves as being not only lazy, but ultimately disrespectful to the order and organization that we try to maintain in our store. We do have other responsibilities, we're not there simply to work as servants to our obnoxiously inconsiderate customers. It's hard enough just to stop fifteen year old high school drop-outs with sticky fingers and uncontrollable greed from stealing our perfume and cologne testers, let alone open fitting rooms, refold every stack of clothes in the store in five minute intervals, and cash people out while we do it. Seriously people, grow the fuck up. Unless you're six years old or younger, I should not have to babysit you while you shop.
Sorry for cussin'.