Working retail sucks. No matter what store it is. No matter the reasoning you work there, working retail always has and always will suck. Even the days where you don't have to deal with customers sucks, just in general the place sucks. Nobody would willingly work in retail, whether it be the terrible customers, the schedules, the pay, everything about it sucked. There was not a singular redeeming quality to working for a corporation who did not care about you and helping customers who hate your guts because that same corporation that does not care about you, shockingly, does not care about them either!

You weren't even supposed to be in today, today was a day off for you but you got pulled in because one of your co-workers was sicked. Whether he was actually sick, or just bullshitting didn't really matter, you had to cover the dude. Manager's orders, which would soon be pretty ironic. And want to know the worst part of retail to be in? The clothing department. People constantly not understanding when something isn't in their size, just generally being an asshole, or demanding you to check in the back. And today would be no different.

You got finished with whoever you were helping, and approached a bombshell of a woman, sure she had a bit of fat, but she had it mostly in all the good places. But your thoughts were interrupted,

"Hello?!" She shouted as she approached the desk you were posted at. "Where the hell is your manager?" Her face was scrunched into a scowl as she slammed some clothes onto the desk while holding up some yoga pants. "You better tell me you have some larger clothes in the back, asshole! None of these are in my size except for these yoga-pants, and I haven't even tried them on yet because the changing rooms are locked! What fucking store is this that doesn't sell clothes for every body size?!"

...Today was going to be a long day.