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Days like these

Saturday, June 28, 2008

...make me want to go to back to school. Just ignore my last post :)
My feet feel like they are going to fall off.
Well, actually, I can't feel my feet.
I have been working for 9 1/2 hours on my feet walking back and forth from the dressing room to my section of the clothing store. I work in the juniors section, which is the busiest section in the store. I'm just glad I don't have to work at a register: standing still for 9 1/2 hours and doing the exact same thing for hours and hours would be awful! At least in the juniors section I stay busy with customers, straightening, and returning things from the dressing rooms.
Speaking of customers, I had a weird one today. A woman asked me to help her find some "scratch" (I still have no idea what that means) denim capris for her daughter, who was with her. The mother specifically wanted to buy her daughter (who was about 11 years old) some capris from the juniors department because women's sizes were "too big". So I walked both of them over to juniors capris, and showed them what we had. The biggest size we carry is a 13 and the mother informed me that "is way too small." So I walk over to the juniors plus capris. Then the mother got irritated because she thought they were women's sizes (juniors sizes are odd, and juniors plus are even sizes, just like women's). I didn't want to embarrass the young daughter by saying that we were in the junior's plus sizes, but I felt that I had no choice. I pointed out some smaller sizes and the daughter picked a few and off they went to the dressing room. About 30 minutes later, I run into the mother again, and she wanted me to tell her where I found the capris her daughter liked. I start to walk over to the juniors plus sizes with the mother, and then she sees some women's capris that she thinks her daughter will like (so much for women's sizes being too big) so we stop for a few minutes while I give some suggestions. I guess that by then the mother felt comfortable around me, because for the next ten minutes the mother kept telling me that her daughter "is just too fat." Maybe it's just me, but it seems highly inappropriate for a mother to say that about her daughter to a complete stranger!
The day was pretty uneventful after that. It just went on and on and never seemed to end!

One Response to “Days like these”

  1. Wow. I feel your pain. I HATED HATED HATED retail.


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