Even though my job title requires me to treat all parts of the sales floor equally, I can't help but save a special, seething kind of hatred for the MEN's department...It has nothing to do with the merchandise either. I could happily spend an entire day there just folding the Dockers khaki pants and young mens' graphic tee's. Left by myself to do my own thing, I am perfectly content.
The thing that ruins it all for me are...the customers.
Now now now, I am aware that this partly makes me a bad employee, because it's my FUCKING JOB to help people when they ask me questions, but I just can't help but avoiding pages and calls to the MEN's department like the plague. At least the entitled bitches in the omen's section or in jewelery give me some fodder to roll my eyes at later. But the people who come into men's come armed with questions like,
"Do you carry pants in a size 32? Can you find me EVERY PAIR IN EVERY STYLE so I can decide which one my son/nephew/husband will like best?"
or
"I need a tie."....waits for repsonse...."Sir what kind of tie are you looking for?"....."I dunno, a blue one.", then wanders off.
These are the things that make me want to lock myself in the maternity fitting room and cry.
Blargh.
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