My New New Job

When I started working in the jewelry department, other people said, "Oh nice, no fitting rooms." I didn't understand why this was something to be relieved about, but I took their word for it.

Now... ahahahaha... ha hah ... aheh....

Attention Departo shoppers: If, at any time during your shopping experience, you look around and think, Why can't I find anyone to check me out? this is because we're in the fitting rooms cleaning up after you, and the piles of inside-out shirts left on the chair, and the Kix you ground into the carpet, and the senso tags you unsuccessfully tried to remove from those Tommy Hilfiger capris.

I keep telling myself that this is a step up, because now I'm a specialist for a particular line we carry, and I'm making a little bit more an hour. I keep reminding myself that I hated my first month in jewelry, too, because I didn't know anything about the merchandise or how to sell it.

But every day when I go home, I have more clothes that need to be put away than there were when I arrived, leaving someone else to essentially pick up after me. My brain was not made for spatial organization, and unfortunately that's exactly the skill this job requires, so I feel fairly overwhelmed every time I attempt to straighten things up.

And now my store manager would like me to start a training program to become a department manager. I have the personality for it, apparently. Out of the frying pan and into the fire?