10 Things I Hate About Retail

Well, I am soon to be officially back in the retail game. After a brief stint as a secretary last year (about 6 months) I returned to my old job, but in a new location and with a mighty pay increase. That was in March. Now, I have been on maternity leave for six weeks, and am preparing to return to yet another location (no pay raise this time). So let the blogging begin!

I already have something to bitch about.

I was on the phone with my former manager, who is now the district manager and one of my best friends, earlier today. We were talking about the baby, and the store I was going to be working in, and how many hours I was going to work. I am waiting to here from my doctor on how many hours I can work per week. My maternity leave officially ends on Sunday. So we're talking, and she casually mentions that if the doctor releases me to work, she has some hours available this Thursday and Friday. Jesus H, I'm not even actually back and work and they're already trying to take advantage of me!!

I said I'd think about it. I'm such a fucking pushover.

So i risked life and limb to drive to work over the bridge yesterday. I arrived at 11:20. I opened the registers, turned on the lights, did all the paperwork. I sighed because I was at work, and went outside for my customary 15 minutes before opening cigarette. It was windy, but hey, it's a fucking cigarette. So I'm sitting outside, and the security guard comes out and starts locking the doors. "Are you locking me out?" I inquired. "The mall isn't opening today." he replied. "REALLY????" I screamed, and jumped up. "I could kiss you!"

I ran down the mall hallway back to my store. Every retailer in the mall was seriously pissed. We all drove there, and now they weren't even opening? Fuckers. I was just happy to be going back home at noon instead on six.

Today, monday, i had the day off anyway. My third key calls me this morning to let me know the mall isn't opening till 2. Hmmm...

I called my old manager to get some numbers so i could call the other employees. She said the mayor was on the news telling everyone to stay in their homes, there are power lines and trees down, etc. etc. But at the bottom of the screen there was a flashing message. "Mall is open!"

Are people insane? Who is running the flipping mall? It's a god damn hurricane!



P.S. They ended up closing the mall completely. Sorry to everyone who went out in the hurricane to by some earrings and got screwed.

Hurricane Watch Issued.

Flood Warning Issued.

Wind Gusts up to 70mph.

Dames Point Bridge closed to high profile traffic.

Most church services cancelled.

Publix and Winn Dixie Grocery Stores closed.

The mall? Fucking open.


You can't worship God or buy groceries, but hey, come buy some fucking earrings!
I hope I don't blow off the bridge on the way to work. Wish me luck!

Finally... we haven't caught a shoplifter since our old manager transferred. We've all been chomping at the bit, and I think our eagerness to catch people has been tipping them off. But today, finally, we got one.

It wasn't a very exciting one or anything, no running away or denials. She put two pairs of earrings in a shopping bag and walked out. My third key, who had seen her take the earrings, ran out of the store to stop her while I called security. When the stealer and and friend came back in the store, I told the friend she needed to leave. "but she's my ride!" The friend cried. "Well, you better find another one," I replied, "cause her ride is the police."

The friend exited the store, and my third key started filling out the shoplifting report while we waited for security and the police. I noticed the friend lingering outside the store, so I sent another one of my associates out to tell her she really needed to find another ride. Apparently, the friend was pleading the stealer's innocence. And I quote -

"I don't think she did it intentionally. I've been knowing her a long time and she would never steal. She just wanted some earrings for her boyfriend."

Wait what? Does that make sense to anyone?

Anyways, she went to jail. In a hurricane. Boo freaking hoo.

Bring it on bitches! We are back in the game!

Don't parents teach their children any manners anymore? Don't they even watch out for their well being anymore?

Exhibit A - A little girl in the store today with her mom. Her shoes were on the wrong feet. I noticed, why didn't her own mother?

Exhibit B - Wednesday, a mom was in with a double stroller. The older daughter, in the front seat, kept grabbing things off the towers and walls. The mom kept saying "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" That's working out real well for you isn't it? Then the younger daughter put her feet up on the older one's seat and started pushing. How did the older daughter respond? How do you think? She began yelling "Stop it! Stop it!" And the mom actually yelled at her for saying it. Hello???

Exhibit C - A little girl came in to the store with her mother. She was probably about three. The mother was so engrossed in her shopping she didn't notice her daughter meticulously taking all of our stuffed animals off the display table and putting them on the floor. Not to play with them, just for the heck of it.

Exhibit D - A mother brings her daughter in and asks if we do double ear piercings. No way. Mom says "I don't think she'll sit through it twice." The little girl looks ready to bust into tears any minute. Hey mom! Maybe you shouldn't get her ears pierced then?!

Exhibit E - A mother brings in her little girl who got her ears pierced a few months ago. One of the earrings had fallen out, and she wanted a new pair. However, after purchasing the earrings she realizes the hole has closed. So she is in the middle of the store, trying to force the earring in. The poor little girl is hysterical (she didn't even want the mom to put the earring in in the first place) and the mother is, i kid you not, laughing at her. I'm speechless.

Take some parenting classes people! I know I don't have children yet, but I hope to God if I treat my children the way some of my customers do, that someone takes them away from me.

Well, the store was detailed, the lights were replaced, the toliet was cleaned, the pegs were full. Today was our big visit from the regional manager. I was supposed to have the day off today, but I went into work again on my day off.

So we're all keyed up, me and my assistant, standing around waiting for them to come. My assistant was on the phone with our old manager when we spotted them coming down the hall.
She hung up quickly and we both began straightning our clothes and glancing around the store to see if everything was in place, and that everyone had a basket. Check, check, check. We were ready.

The "boys" as i will refer to them from now on, stopped outside the store and appeared to be discussing our sign for about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I was trying to decide whether I should go outside and greet them or wait for them to come in. I waited.

Finally they come in. Peter shakes my hand as usual, and refrains from calling me his usual nickname, "jodelicious". Guess he didn't want to seem unprofessional with his manager present. He then excuses himself to go interview someone. So it's me and Tom. He is so goofy. We started talking about how people try to walk through the glass windows. He barely even looked around the store.

Peter returns, and Tom tells me where to put our new earring tree. Peter then says he feels bad I'm there on my day off, and that they are going to leave so I can. More hand shaking, and then they are gone.

WHAT?? I just spend 3 days stressing and worried and yelling and screaming trying to get this store ready for that?! Argggghh!!!!!!!

I just got home from work. On my 21st birthday. And if that doesn't suck enough, here's the worst part.... I didn't even get paid!

Okay let me explain. I didn't have to go to work today. I went voluntarily. Remind me again why I work so hard at a job I hate? Oh that's right, I was cursed with an excellent work ethic.

Our regional manager is coming on Wednesday. So our district manager came last week and gave us this huge list of shit to change in the store. He came on Friday. The day before a weekend. Which means basically we had Monday and today to get all the shit done.

I had already added a bunch of hours to the schedule for this week so we could get everything done. For instance, I had everyone come in last night and stay till eleven. Did we get everything done? Fuck no! Because of course, my third key called in sick. Bitch. So I had to go in this morning and finish stuff up.

Now you may be asking, why didn't I get paid? I had extra hours from the third key not coming in last night. Yesterday morning on "monday notes", my district manager warned me I was using too many hours this week, but told me not to cut any before the visit, to cut them after. This is retarded. Obviously the extra hours are before the visit, you idiot! So basically he told me this just so that when the regional manager gets on his ass for using to many hours, he can blame it on me. Asshole.

Our store does look pretty fucking good though, so that makes me happy. Bring on the big dogs!!!