A letter to bad customers
You know work pretty much sucks when you have to upgrade your caramel macchiato from a grande to a venti just to get by. There’s so much more than to working retail than folding clothes and greeting people all day. Anyways, I’m usually pretty good at customers that believe that “it’s okay to treat us [employees] like dirt because we are paid at an hour rate to take it”. I have something to say to everyone who thinks that and does act upon it.
Dear guys with your girlfriends and girls with your boyfriends,
Please stop your girlfriends from playing dress up on you guys. You guys are not Ken barbie dolls nor do you guys even look like one. It does not look cute on you. Stop your crazy girlfriend from messing up all the clothes I JUST folded. It’s like she has no shame to mess everything up in front of my face or shes stupid and did not realize that. It just shows what kind of person she is. You still want to date her?
Also, tell your girlfriends not to get mad at me when I talk to you guys asking if you need help. I’m doing my job. I work in the men’s department it’s not my fault! I do my job – girlfriend yells. I don’t do my job – boss yells. Go figure. Plus, your boyfriends talked to me first because they were so bored that you ran off to the female section of the store and left them. They are human and need human interaction.
Next time boyfriends, lure your girlfriend away from a retail store. Tell her you got a surprise for her. I’ll leave whatever the surprise my be up to your imagination. Lie if you have to. Honestly, this hurts me more with having to refold everything than it hurts you trying to pull your head through that v-neck your girlfriend picked out. Trust me, you don’t look good.
Thank you,
Talking Mango
