The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Supervisor Jennifer/Fitting Room
Ok, I misjudged and she is not so bad. She had someone take over the fitting room and I got to do other stuff the rest of the night. I told her "Thanks for getting me out of fitting room duty." and she grinned and told me she only had me to cover it the first part of the day until someone else came in. I still had to pick up the lingere department... I told her later that I really don't mind but it kind of makes me feel like a perv. My sister Patti came in to get some stuff and took me to lunch at Steak N' Shake. That was really sweet of her. I told her that must be what convicts feel like when they get visitation. I also told her the worst part of fitting room duty: at the end of the night, you have to clean up...which is still no big deal except for one little thing. You have to sweep up and in the women's there is always 3 or 4 of those special stickers stuck to the floor...you know, the ones that say "DO NOT REMOVE THIS SANITARY LINER UNTIL AFTER PURCHASE" that go in the panty section of swimsuits. I don't understand what is going through some woman's head when she rips that off--the instructions are real clear about what its for and what NOT to do... The weird thing too is sometimes you find them stuck to the walls. Needless to say, right after that I always go wash my hands.
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