I'm officially the bomb (dot) com at folding clothes now. Also, at saying "Hey, what's up?"
This morning, I received a lovely wake up call from my manager! "Hi, I know you're scheduled to come in at 3 but can you come in at noon instead?" Oh how delightful! So, I went to go brush my teeth, go grab some breakfast, paint my toenails, and went to work. I got there and freaking cleaned for the first hour I was there. Dusting, cleaning, and moping. I felt like Cinderella... only without the mice or handsome prince to save me from the pain!
After cleaning, I was assigned to manage the clearance rooms. Okay, so now I know why people hate working in retail. I love folding clothes, but it pisses me off when I just finished folding a stack of clothes- colour and size coordinated- and some 6th grader comes in and grabs the shirt on the bottom of the stack and messes up everything I just folded!
Aughghhg. And to think I'm getting paid minimum wage.
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