Narrate this - i can't take it anymore.
michelle couldnt have used better words.
i am in RETAIL HELL.
Narrative (my department) - like narrate your life, because its almost over. the place is decorated with fake pears and dried flowers. It reeks of menopause more than the Golden Girls.
instead of selling, i run off to shop around the store. our clothes are so ugly they're offensive (bc they're for old ladies, and apparently stylish clothes for old ladies don't exist and/or our buyers just suck.) i feel bad selling our wearable crap to anybody.
i know there's no accounting for taste or whatever, but i hate watching people get really excited about buying something really ugly because there are no other options in our department, when they could do so much better somewhere else. i want to tell them to try Ann Taylor. too often, i direct customers to cuter departments. i am always 5-15 mins late, when i first get in and when i get in from break.
i just don't give a fuck, and i really should before i get fired.
oh and Diane is driving me insane. i did ok the first two months, but i'm reaching my bitchfest limit.
i buddied up with all of the MAC girls this week, who are totally sweet and want me to transfer. they said MAC needs a white girl, and i've got the image. i would only be there for a month so thats a big issue.
MACquettes get to dance while they work (it's "unprofessional" in my department to express joy while you work.) they get to wear cute/funky clothing. narrators are not allowed to have fun, which i can't handle when working is my entire life. if i was doing makeup and dancing all day i think work would be peachy.
i make people over. not screw them over.
end of story.
i am in RETAIL HELL.
Narrative (my department) - like narrate your life, because its almost over. the place is decorated with fake pears and dried flowers. It reeks of menopause more than the Golden Girls.
instead of selling, i run off to shop around the store. our clothes are so ugly they're offensive (bc they're for old ladies, and apparently stylish clothes for old ladies don't exist and/or our buyers just suck.) i feel bad selling our wearable crap to anybody.
i know there's no accounting for taste or whatever, but i hate watching people get really excited about buying something really ugly because there are no other options in our department, when they could do so much better somewhere else. i want to tell them to try Ann Taylor. too often, i direct customers to cuter departments. i am always 5-15 mins late, when i first get in and when i get in from break.
i just don't give a fuck, and i really should before i get fired.
oh and Diane is driving me insane. i did ok the first two months, but i'm reaching my bitchfest limit.
i buddied up with all of the MAC girls this week, who are totally sweet and want me to transfer. they said MAC needs a white girl, and i've got the image. i would only be there for a month so thats a big issue.
MACquettes get to dance while they work (it's "unprofessional" in my department to express joy while you work.) they get to wear cute/funky clothing. narrators are not allowed to have fun, which i can't handle when working is my entire life. if i was doing makeup and dancing all day i think work would be peachy.
i make people over. not screw them over.
end of story.