Whurk

As soon as I moved in and internet was activated I started the job search. I had a window of craigslist open at all times and spent most of my days filling out job applications and sending in resumes to everywhere imaginable. The first people to call me back was Greenpeace but Japan considers them eco-terrorists so I never picked up. Then nothing happened for about a week until Banana Republic gave me a call. I know the thought of me working at a clothing store is hilarious to all of you considering I buy about two or three pieces of clothes every year but I was getting nervous about not being able to pay the bills so I went for it.

They've thrown me behind the register and since I have pretty high availability they give me a lot of hours, which at times is terrible but I am making consistent money so w/e. But surprisingly I enjoy work. Everyone I work with is within about 5 years of me in age and we all get along. Everyone's really freaking cool and helpful. Management is nice and understanding. They don't talk down to anyone or yell. So it's a good environment for someone as clueless as me when it comes to clothes. It also does wonders for my OCD. Having to fold a stack of clothes and make sure they line up perfectly on all sides is oddly satisfying. So I feel like it suits me and when I realize that I don't have enough winter clothes for when the weather starts to suck around here I can always get 50% off some really nice shit.

Since the store I work at is located in this mall on Michigan right next to the Hancock building we get a ton of tourists, namely internationals. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that about a third of our customers aren't from this country. Sometimes this can make for some interesting conversations. One time I had a Spanish speaker come up to me asking what sizes we have for bigger women. I asked him if he had taken a look at our XLs to see if those would fit and he then went on to tell me that they wouldn't work because his girlfriend/wife is "small and fat". He again asked me where our clothes for "fat girls" were and I had to point him in the direction of one of our other stores that carried petites. Another time at the register I had to have one of my coworkers that speak Spanish act as an interpreter for someone that was speaking to me in Portuguese. Just last week I swear I heard someone speak French and Italian in the same sentence but I figure they were using some dialect from NW Italy that would have a kind of combination of the two.

But yeah, overall work is good and it suits me. It keeps me busy so that I haven't had the slightest inclination to play WoW and I'm happy for that.