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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

When boys blush

Not having a card reader is getting pretty old. I don't get to share my cute kids' first day of school pictures, or the cheesy picture Husband took of me in my work uniform. Blogs just aren't as fun without photographic proof!

Ah, well. I'll try to get my hands on a card reader this weekend so I can update these posts with pictures. I can't promise anything, though, because I work all weekend. (I work retail, what do you expect?)

But check this out... I like my job. No, really, I am enjoying it! Quite unexpected.
I like having an identity other than Mom. I like spending hours at a time with no one begging me for food.
I like the welcome home I get from my kids who actually had a chance to miss me while I was gone.

I certainly do NOT like that there's no time for my writing. My WIP has been abandoned again, suspended in time and space, which always makes me feel anxious and uncomfortable. Just a nagging little feeling in the back of my mind somewhere that isn't happy with me for the lack of progress.

Want to hear about my favorite part of my job? I'm the fitting room associate, which basically means I stand in a 3-foot-by-3-foot square, counting everyone's clothing and handing them a corresponding number card. (I have other (not)fun duties like telling people over and over, "I'm sorry, I can only let you take eight items in at a time" - this makes them very angry, and pushing the big red button to allow people access to the bathroom.) Anyway, back to my favorite part.

My favorite part of my job is each time a guy comes to try on clothes. They approach the fitting room area slowly, like they might set off a bomb.

I say, "How many?"

They glance down at their clothes like they have absolutely NO idea how many they might have picked up along the way, they say something like, "Two," and then I hand them their #2 card.

They immediately head in the wrong direction, toward the women's fitting room (because our store was built the opposite of the other stores in the area), so anxious to get it over with that they forgot to look at the sign.

I then say, "You're going to want to go that way, though," and point in the other direction, with what I hope is an understanding smile on my face.

EVERY SINGLE MALE blushes and apologizes like he's just walked in on me naked or something. Seriously, you'd think they got caught peeking into someone's window at night, the way they turn bright red and nervous. It's my very favorite part of my job. I think it's hilarious how universal it is. Any man, no matter his age, background, marital status, etc., reacts in exactly the same way. (Although, I'm not going to pretend that there's much diversity in my particular area of the U.S.)

The part I like less... every single female (who makes the same mistake) gets an annoyed look on her face, looks at me like, "Well I'm not the idiot who built it wrong," and snaps something at me like, "The other store is on that side."

It's like night and day, people! The reactions (and respect level for me, the lowly fitting room attendant) are absolute opposites.

Yep, this is just a random post about my new job. I hope you enjoyed it anyway! I'm off to make Asher some mac 'n' cheese before I have to get ready for work!

What's your favorite part about your job?


  1. ha, this is how my boyfriend is every time he goes shopping! it's like they are all deer in headlights when they get into a store. so funny!

  2. Exactly what I'm talking about! Haha, the girlfriends always stand outside the dressing room and say, "Do you like it?" The guy says, "I don't know." She says, "Well, I like it, but if you don't like it, we're not buying it because you won't wear it." It's almost always that exact same dialogue. lol Boys are funny.


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