I want you guys to hear the story of why I almost quit my job today.
It’s spring break season, which means every girl in a 10 million mile radius bursts through our doors at all hours of the day, bombarding through our swim section, throwing tops and bottoms aimlessly as they trudge down the aisle to the fitting room, where they try on two of the forty they brought back, and buy nothing, leaving them all scattered about on the floor, untouched.
Now, I am a very even-tempered person. Working retail for five years, I’ve learned to repress most of my emotions and force a smile that screams, “I fucking hate you but have a good rest of your day.”
Today was like every other spring break season day. 900 women in the fitting room, screaming and throwing bikinis about, and for some reason removing the liners from the bottoms and sticking them to the mirror and walls - seriously, why do you do that, it’s so fucking disgusting for not just me, but you as well.
I was in the swim section thirty minutes till close tonight, trying to organize everything but was left with an overwhelming sense of anguish because nothing I did proved any progress whatsoever.
I noticed a bottom that was on the wrong rack, and hung wrong, so I hastily went to remove it, but noticed a very familiar stain and over-dramatically flung it across the floor.
I stood there for many two minutes just staring down at it, completely aghast.
Another woman tried on bikini bottoms and bleed on them.
After I took a moment to regain some emotion, I peered down over the bottoms just to notice it wasn’t just a little spot, someone had full on bled on the bottoms. A complete blood waterfall all over the material.
It dawned on me then that someone, for some freakin reason, tried on swimwear on their heavy day, without any protection, and had the fucking audacity to hang it back up on the rack. At that point, I wouldn’t care if you had left them on the floor for me to grab, but leaving them on the rack for someone else to find and complain about...what the fuck is wrong with you?
So, as of today, my hate for humanity has increased tenfold, and I wish a satellite from space would fall and kill me.