My First Job

by HijabMan :: posted 20 July 99

I know I know, I should’ve written sooner, but I’ve been busy with work (yes I just got a job!). The job is at a department store, I get paid 7 bucks an hour (not bad for a first job when the minimum wage is 5.75. I also get 25% off name brand clothing! (If you don’t know me, im strictly jeans and a t shirt from K-Mart or Caldor, or something like that. So last monday I started work, I sat in the associates lounge with my arms crossed (sign of being uncomfortable). I saw two people I knew from school, but I didn’t talk to them, new environment, no socializing for now. Anyway, I just stayed in the polo department, the cash register jammed about 3 times, a little 5 year old boy ran to a mirror, looked at me, lifted up his shirt, and showed his ass to me, and the mirror. Apparently this little kid even wears his underwear around his ankles. He giggled and ran. Needless to say, I was relaxed. “Thelma,” my buddy for the evening, helped me in times of need, and taught me the ropes. She even let me go on a 15 minute break even though you aren’t suppose to unless you work 6 hours. I had a coffee coolatta, that was the extent of my first day.

My second day however was a bit more eventful, two teenage girls came up to the register, and handed me about 10 pieces of lingerie. Now me, the little modest nervous pakistani boy had no idea how to “handle” the lingerie, or take off the hangers. They started giggling, just my luck, I explained I was new, and after I had finished shoving all of the thong underwear (Wait a minute, that small piece of elastic goes where? Isn’t that uncomfortable?) and lacey bra’s in the bag they wished me good luck, and I collapsed on the floor. (by the way, I have to wear a suit to work everyday, and i only have one suit, no i don’t stink I just have to dry clean it every few days…). Let me explain my job to you, I sell name brand clothes, when I’m not selling, I am folding shirts and pants (yes I have started perfecting my folding techniques). In addition, I must approach every customer before they approach me, and check the fitting rooms every hour. By my third, fourth and fifth day I had the hang of things, and knew what to do when Betty, some woman, “ain’t payin 50 bucks for some no good tommy hilfiger shirt.” I also made my first code 5 call to security for “suspicious” people. And at the end of the month I may just get a 25 dollar gift certificate! yay! Oh, I shouldn’t forget to mention that someone opened an account with the department store, and if you get someone to open an account u get 2-5 dollars. On that day it was 3, of course my manager explained that it was a taxed 3 dollars (God Bless the government). A few minutes later a group of teenage girls wanted to redeem a certificate for money, when my manager refused and told them to go to customer service, they asked me where the gun department was (so she could shoot my manager).

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