The Adventures of Shopgirl
I’ve just finished my first week of servitude at the home decorating store, and I’ve learned a number of things. I’ve learned no less than 47 ways to ring up a customer sale, though by the end of that training I was ready to bludgeon the cash register with one of the wooden Buddha statues we sell. I have learned that the process for ringing and verifying a check is so byzantine that you must all swear to me right now, for the LOVE OF CHEESE, that you will never, ever write another check at a shop. Cash or debit only, please.
I’ve learned that when you have a hangover, working in a stock room to unload and de-package 1 billion Holiday Apple Spice scented candles while listening to The Beatles’ Greatest Hits (rather than the buzz of the HVAC, which feels like a drill piercing right through the top of your brain cavity) puts you at great risk of puking. And you do not want to puke because first you’d have to go find your nineteen-year-old manager out on the sales floor and ask for permission to go to the bathroom.
No one I know has run across me in the store, but I’m sure that day is coming. It will probably happen after I’ve been moving furniture in the warehouse for a couple of hours, when I’m all sweaty and disheveled and my stylin’ canvas apron is all full of dirt and bits of cardboard, and there are styrofoam peanuts stuck to my butt. In fact, the one thing that can make my happiness complete right now is to run into that old boyfriend, the one I left to find a better life, while I’m in this sweaty condition.
Shopgirl is crabby tonight.
Published by angelawd on September 22nd, 2008 tagged Adventures of Shopgirl
September 22nd, 2008 at 5:56 pm
AAAaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH! She’s back! Yippeeeeeeeee!!!!!
I’ll think of you during the daily grind
September 22nd, 2008 at 6:58 pm
Oh, but think of the blogging possibilities…
September 24th, 2008 at 12:36 am
Very true … the blogging possibilities are endless!! Hang in there
September 24th, 2008 at 8:10 am
Apple spice smell makes me sick even without a hang over. Way to hang tough!
October 8th, 2008 at 3:26 pm
I’m with Robin… 19-yo would have either gotten the heck out of my way or he would have been moping my lunch off his Nikes! LOL!