Walking around and around and around, endlessly walking around. Occasionally stooping to pick up a random hanger here, a shirt thrown by a temperamental kid, a stray shoe who's partner has somehow gone home with a kid who doesn't like to match his shoes.

Walk, walk, walk.... two hours later, eh, still have energy.

Stop, help the customer with an item, climb the ladder... up and down.

Up and down.

Walk, walk, walk... four hours later, yay! Time to eat! ANd to get away from the crazy, angry customers who can't find their kids' size (or even their kids).

Ah, full now. Ready to walk somemore.

Two hours later, wow, I'm waddling. Never thought I would waddle till I became pregnant (if ever). Customers are becoming annoying and way too needy. Managers demanding "MORE CASHIERS! COME RING! NOW!" Fitting room yelling for sizes "KIDS! WE NEED THIS FROM THE GIRL'S DEPARTMENT" Never ending, nonstop, FOLD FOLD FOLD.

Customers are gone, YES! NO! Time to fold! Argh, people who toss clothes here and there, everywhere. Putting things where they don't belong. Women have got to be the messiest creatures on earth!

One more hour.... just one more hour!! One more hour of folding.
ONe more hour of putting things away.
One more hour of picking up random pieces of trash...

Last shirt, last pair of Bootcut, Midnight wash jeans, folded. Ah! Relief!

Master! Release us! (Can we go home now?)

Yes!

Finally. Done. No more customers, no more clothes, no more kids throwing tantrums because their parents won't buy them that shirt or this skirt. No more screaming babies. No more angry customers pissed because you are a slow cashier.

No more.

Nothing but peace and quiet.

At least until tomorrow.

I hate retail.

before & after