Working retail in South Houston is fucking insane. We can’t speak to our customers as they don’t speak English. Their children are like monsters who love to destroy what you just finished cleaning. They don’t clean up their fucking rummage mess and get pissed when they can’t find something (hello, it’s probably in another rounder where some other inconsiderate customer stuffed it in order to see me have to jump leaps and bounds to fix it). Apparently they urinate in the dressing room (thankfully I wasn’t working or I would have lost it) and they are flat out rude.
I hate working 8 hours there.
I hate closing.
But I guess it’s a job. Seven more weeks of this then it’s back to San Antonio for me. If I survive. Our customers have been known to make sufficient death threats towards the staff…not kidding either.