All I wanted all day was to talk to someone. I got really lonely when I was left alone, so I just followed everyone around the rest of my shift so I wouldn't be alone. Then my one manager made me feel like I really screwed up the signs and then it took everything in me to not start crying. I didn't, of course, but I really felt like I could have. This was me in the fitting room:
No, I'm kidding. But you would be surprised the amount of people cry in the fitting room. Like it happens at least once a month in my presence. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it right?
And then I went to GoodWill and bought a blouse. I like it. It's very 80's. Has some nice shoulder pads that I ripped out and left on the floor.