Once upon a time, I worked in retail. It was the worst three months of my life. That's how long I made it. I worked in a very well-known, baby-oriented store with a high turnover rate, so I got to work all sorts of positions during that three month span. It was awful. It was so awful that years later, I still stand in solidarity with all the stressed, exhausted retail workers in the world. I dedicate this post and all the feels it contains to those brave workers.
No. Absolutely not. I just like wearing brightly colored, oversized polo shirts that smell like burning polyester and death.
Oh god, when the coupons don't work. Or when they're expired. Or when the customer can't use more than one.
You can never find anything, especially if you're looking for something in particular. However, the warehouse employees are always the best.
This … never happened to me, but I can imagine how confusing, horrifying, and annoying it would be.
I lied. Every time. I always lied.
No one ever needs to say more than Black Friday. It is the blackest of all days.
Why? Why do you want to be rude to your cashier or the person helping you? Who hurt you?
Granted, some places have really awesome music. Other places, however, make you actively long for elevator music because it is so heinous and repetitive and just generally awful.
STOP.
Your manager could install the latest, greatest high tech junk on Tuesday. By Wednesday, everything will be broken again.
You might as well sleep in the big, scary back room, tbh.
NOT DELIVERY DAY!
It's like being in school again. Each second is a minute. Each minute is an hour. Each hour is seven days.
Sure you do. Sure. But it's not on this card and I am SO SORRY.
Sales make everyone crazy. Crazy and mean. Crazy and mean and vicious.
One time a lady tried to do this with a breast pump. She was not happy with me at all.
That has to suck. I wouldn't know because the only time I needed my discount was when friends had baby showers, so.
Who among you knows the reality of retail hell? Because you need a hug.