I have a part time job at Fred Meyer now. It’s a great arrangement because I can bring Eva to work with me. The only downside is that Fred Meyer doesn't actually know that I’m their employee and, therefore, they aren’t paying me. It’s a small kink I need to work out.
Whenever I’m shopping at Fred Meyer I’ll let Eva look at the toys if our schedule permits – which is always. It’s terribly boring for me to just stand there while she talks to the baby dolls and points out every Disney Princess. As a way to keep myself occupied, I’ve started straightening up the toy aisles. It really is despicable that customers don’t put things back where they came from, and leave messes for me to clean up. I worked a retail job in college as a stock-girl and I developed a bit of OCD about facing merchandise. When I’m standing around waiting for Eva, it really irritates me to look at the disheveled shelves. So I face the toys. And I also check UPC codes to make sure the toys are in the correct place with the correctly displayed price. See – I was also a cashier at the aforementioned retail store in college so I understand the importance of having merchandise sitting above the accurate price tag. Retail is all about equilibrium and I’m a very thorough employee.
As I think about this public service that I am providing for Fred Meyer, I’m alarmed at just how crazy I’m becoming.
Still…they should at least comp my milk.
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