....well almost.
After next Thursday, my adventures in retail will be coming to an end.
I'll miss the extra cash, and the discount, but it's gotten to a point where the aggravation isn't worth it. Oh, and the fact that some nights I spent more than I made had a little something to do with it (re: the night I bought a Coach watch for $70. Seriously, a Coach watch for $70 - not buying it would have been criminal).
I won't miss picking up other people's trash, or picking up garments that have been tossed on the floor. I also won't miss having to sit on the floor to do markdowns (while wearing black pants) or working up a sweat wrestling with the area rugs that get left on the floor.
Last night confirmed my decision as I was put on the cash register. Right next to the door. Which opened up frequently. It was 90+ degrees and humid last night. My upper lip was sweating. Sexy, right? I had to come home and wash my hair I was so sweaty by the time I was done, and I wasn't even doing something fun. Ain't no way I'm gonna be able to run a register in July when it's 98 and even more humid. I wasn't glistening or glowing. I was sweating like a pig.
So after next Thursday I will have my nights to myself and will be able to banish blue tops and black pants to the back of my wardrobe for a little bit.
Can I get a hallelujah?
It wasn't all bad. I work with some cool people that I hope to stay in touch with - even if they do make me feel really old. So even though I really didn't save a whole bunch (oh, who am I kidding, any) money, I did come out a little richer.
1 comment:
Wow, you're sure not going to miss those long days, either! Good for you!! :-)
Oh, and I read your 100 things. I don't think that makes me a better person than you are, but certainly makes me wonder if I have a life. ;-) Good answers, by the way.
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