Just me rambling
Yeah so I decided that I officially HATE working in retail. I don't know, there's just sooooo much crap that you have to deal with. Crap that you really don't mind until it all builds up and then it's double or even triple crappy.
I especially hate that I work in the kid's store. let me tell you why.
Reason 1: The Fat Kid Blues:
Fat kids come into the store all the time and it breaks my heart having to tell them they can't shop there. At least if I worked in an adult store, I'd be less sensitve about saying, "your lard butt can't fit into our pants." For example this eight year old girl came into the store. She probably weighed about 200 lbs. Shecame up to me, lokked around, then gazed at me with big, sad eyes and asked, "Is there anything that could POSSIBLY fit me?" OMFG, what do you say to that? It broke my heart to tell her that we went up to size 14/16. Her mom said, no good, and they walked out. WORST
Reason 2: The Bratty Syndrome:
I hate yelling at kids. I hate it. But sometimes I really wanna scream and even kick them in the forehead. Today, this little boy came into the store and started causing a disaster with a soccer ball we sell. Across the way there was a little curly haired blonde girl who was playing with the lip glosses. This asshole kid comes up to the cute girl and says, "scram! Beat it!" The girl just looked at him. "I said Scram! Get lost!." She didn't budge. "OK then well I'll have to hit you." he held up the ball. "I can throw hard." That's when I got the urge to kick him in the shins. The girl cried and ran to her mom. At least she didn't get hit.
Reason 3: The screaming baby.
kids these days are so bratty. so freaking bratty. If they don't get what they want, they scream. all day. ugh.
Another aspect to my disgust with retail is the customer itself. I really hate people at the end of the workday and I think I'm becoming bitter. People pick things up and can't take an extra ounce of effort to out it where it goes. This one lady pulled about 6 pairs of jeans out of the wall and threw them on the floor. people take things off the hangbars and can't hang them back up, so theylay them all over the table. they ball crap up inside the fitting rooms, take those bathing suit liners off the bathing suits and stick them to the mirrors... etc etc etc. And guess who gets to pick it all up?
Today this one lady threw a bitch fit because we didn't have the right size box to accomadate her gift giving needs. We had the box, only not in the baby boxes, just in the kid boxes. we had other size baby boxes, but nothing was good enough. I went into the back to check, but we didn't have anything. "I never heard of a store that didn't have boxes!" the bitch said. I told her that most stores didn't even offer boxes to their customers and it's really a nice courtesy that the GAP provides. stupid hoe.
ugh, and it makes me so bitter! I'm so bitter. bitter. I hate it.
people don't think. they are so inconsiderate. The other day a lady came in with a bag full of stuff and a reciept and says "This is a price adjustment you NEED to do." I don't NEED to do anything. maybe if you take your jewish bitch self out of my sight nd come back and say, "Can I please have a price adjustment?" maybe then I'll consider being pleasant to you.
UGH.
I could go on for hours but thats enough rambling for now.
I especially hate that I work in the kid's store. let me tell you why.
Reason 1: The Fat Kid Blues:
Fat kids come into the store all the time and it breaks my heart having to tell them they can't shop there. At least if I worked in an adult store, I'd be less sensitve about saying, "your lard butt can't fit into our pants." For example this eight year old girl came into the store. She probably weighed about 200 lbs. Shecame up to me, lokked around, then gazed at me with big, sad eyes and asked, "Is there anything that could POSSIBLY fit me?" OMFG, what do you say to that? It broke my heart to tell her that we went up to size 14/16. Her mom said, no good, and they walked out. WORST
Reason 2: The Bratty Syndrome:
I hate yelling at kids. I hate it. But sometimes I really wanna scream and even kick them in the forehead. Today, this little boy came into the store and started causing a disaster with a soccer ball we sell. Across the way there was a little curly haired blonde girl who was playing with the lip glosses. This asshole kid comes up to the cute girl and says, "scram! Beat it!" The girl just looked at him. "I said Scram! Get lost!." She didn't budge. "OK then well I'll have to hit you." he held up the ball. "I can throw hard." That's when I got the urge to kick him in the shins. The girl cried and ran to her mom. At least she didn't get hit.
Reason 3: The screaming baby.
kids these days are so bratty. so freaking bratty. If they don't get what they want, they scream. all day. ugh.
Another aspect to my disgust with retail is the customer itself. I really hate people at the end of the workday and I think I'm becoming bitter. People pick things up and can't take an extra ounce of effort to out it where it goes. This one lady pulled about 6 pairs of jeans out of the wall and threw them on the floor. people take things off the hangbars and can't hang them back up, so theylay them all over the table. they ball crap up inside the fitting rooms, take those bathing suit liners off the bathing suits and stick them to the mirrors... etc etc etc. And guess who gets to pick it all up?
Today this one lady threw a bitch fit because we didn't have the right size box to accomadate her gift giving needs. We had the box, only not in the baby boxes, just in the kid boxes. we had other size baby boxes, but nothing was good enough. I went into the back to check, but we didn't have anything. "I never heard of a store that didn't have boxes!" the bitch said. I told her that most stores didn't even offer boxes to their customers and it's really a nice courtesy that the GAP provides. stupid hoe.
ugh, and it makes me so bitter! I'm so bitter. bitter. I hate it.
people don't think. they are so inconsiderate. The other day a lady came in with a bag full of stuff and a reciept and says "This is a price adjustment you NEED to do." I don't NEED to do anything. maybe if you take your jewish bitch self out of my sight nd come back and say, "Can I please have a price adjustment?" maybe then I'll consider being pleasant to you.
UGH.
I could go on for hours but thats enough rambling for now.