Friday night at work

Friday night I worked my second job. They put me in the fitting room station again. At first I thought it might be because I messed up the register really bad on my first day, but I think its that fitting room duty sucks, I'm new, and nobody else wants it. I don't hate it...its easy, but you have to stand there in one place to keep people from shoplifting, and also it feels a little pervy handling so much womens underwear. Oh well, it pays the same as anything else I would be doing. At the end of the night, as if it wasn't bad enough, I had to go to Lingere and pick up anything that was on the floor and hang it back up. After that I did the same with the "Infield" where the rest of the women's clothes are. This boy at work told us how he got slapped into cuffs for shoplifting at Kroger's the night before. He went in to buy condoms and when the lady wouldn't sell them to him (she said he was too young) he threw down a $10 bill, took the $7.99 box of condoms and walked out. I thought it was sad and funny. After work I went over to Blockbuster to trade in a couple movies then went home.