Yet another thread about customers and their obsessions with smiley employees.
When I was a tender 17 year old girl working at the Deb Shop as an after school and weekend gig, and it was PROM season (oh good lord, that thought alone makes me want to hang myself)....
Well I digress. I don't even need to paint a picture. You can imagine. A young lady's clothing store. Prom season. I had to cover dressing rooms.
Dresses all over the place. Me desperately trying to put them back on the rack and in one piece. Girls trying to bring in 10 dresses at once to try on. Overly adament mothers along to assist their bratty daughters.
Not to mention I had the biggest bitch of a supervisor at the time. Her name was Tammy*. She absolutely hated me, for reasons I never found out why.
After 6 hours of dealing with too much estrogen, dresses everywhere, temper tantrums because "OMG IT DOESN'T FIT! GET ME ANOTHER SIZE!" and whatever the hell have you.....I was NOT happy. I tried as hard as I could not to show it, but it was difficult.
Some girl's mother, who I apparently lit the fuse on her tampon with my lack of a smile, told Tammy that I wasn't smiling.
Of course, Tammy came and threatened to write me up if ONE more customer complained about me that day.
Anyone see why I didn't last long there?
When I was a tender 17 year old girl working at the Deb Shop as an after school and weekend gig, and it was PROM season (oh good lord, that thought alone makes me want to hang myself)....
Well I digress. I don't even need to paint a picture. You can imagine. A young lady's clothing store. Prom season. I had to cover dressing rooms.
Dresses all over the place. Me desperately trying to put them back on the rack and in one piece. Girls trying to bring in 10 dresses at once to try on. Overly adament mothers along to assist their bratty daughters.
Not to mention I had the biggest bitch of a supervisor at the time. Her name was Tammy*. She absolutely hated me, for reasons I never found out why.
After 6 hours of dealing with too much estrogen, dresses everywhere, temper tantrums because "OMG IT DOESN'T FIT! GET ME ANOTHER SIZE!" and whatever the hell have you.....I was NOT happy. I tried as hard as I could not to show it, but it was difficult.
Some girl's mother, who I apparently lit the fuse on her tampon with my lack of a smile, told Tammy that I wasn't smiling.
Of course, Tammy came and threatened to write me up if ONE more customer complained about me that day.
Anyone see why I didn't last long there?
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