Greetings

So for a while people have suggested that I should blog about my super wonderful expereinces in the world of retail sales. As I am about to hit my 8 year anniversary as a peon in the world of the big box, I am burned out and ready to crack. So, perhaps blogging will become a creative outlet that will prevent me from reliving the ending to office space, without the red swing line stapler.

Lets face it, there are two kinds of people who work retail. The first are the people who are genuinely happy to be working with the public selling a product or service that they feel is the best thing since sliced bread. These are usually the people who aren't the brightest crayons in the box, or they have sold their souls to the retail devil in exchange for a 25 cent an hour raise into management.

The second are the people who can't stand working with the stupid people who shop at their store and or the type one co workers.  Type twos are usually over educated for their position with at least some college. They have been trapped in this retail nightmare due to the shitty economy, or they get sucked into the retail mindset that "they pay me good money, and I can't get another job that pays this much". 

So as you gathered from the intro, I fall into the latter group, the bitter and spiteful minions. I could have been doing the same level of work had i dropped out of high school at sixteen instead of going to college for nine years. I am like most type twos, I can't afford to quit due to bills. My crazy student loan payment is what ties me to the time clock. I try to be nice to the people who come in and shop, its not their fault I work at the box. But I have a really fake smile. One benefit of my job is that I do meet a lot of interesting people who work with me, and complete whack jobs who come into the store to shop. 

So welcome to my story about my interesting experiences in the world of retail.