Walkie-Talkie strapped on and here we go…I’m walkin’ and talkin’ out onto the retail floor.
“H2 (that’s a fancy boss name) this is Theresa checking in – where would you like me tonight?
“Theresa, we have you in junior department tonight.”
Okay, stick the oldest lady employee in the junior department. Not a problem – I still consider myself hip and cool and definitely know what looks bogue.. Trust me – hang on a while and those words will make a comeback. Everything does, right? Those words were the jam back in the day. Stay with me here – they were totally Gucci.
It’s a Saturday night in retail so that means there has been an entire day to trash the fitting rooms. Saturdays are a tough day to keep up in retail, but busy is good and makes the time go by quickly.
Now, take a minute and imagine this scene…a bedroom full of teenage girls at your home ripping through their closets and drawers trying to figure out what they want to wear to the big party next weekend, or the end of the year dance. Can you visualize that room? Well, the junior fitting rooms scenario is the same – most of the time. Clothes everywhere! I’m not saying every teenager girl is a slob but on this particular night and most nights, absolutely.
The Fitting Room Party: Four junior fitting rooms filled with loud giggles. Doors flying open and slamming closed. Then there are the half-clothed girls darting from one room to the next asking each other’s opinions. Sometimes even a boy or two, that’s tagging along, tries to sneak in a room.
I’m still a mom, not a prude, but there are really comfortable stools OUTSIDE of the girl’s fitting rooms. Without saying a word, I give my very best authoritative knock on the fitting room door. “Boys, I know you’re in there.” It takes a couple of knocks but the door opens and I was right…the little sneaks. Then, without a word, I flash a smile, tap the stool with my hand to let them know where the boy’s seating section is located.
The boys are not happy with me, but hey…it’s cool man. Their words, not mine – until I’m not around. At that point, I would like to be a fly inside the half ate fast food bag in the backseat of their beaten up ride – to hear what they think about me pulling the mom card out and ruining their fun.
What I really wanted to say…boys, sit your rear ends down right here, outside the fitting rooms, and stay put. Instead, my filter goes on and out comes my professional retail associate worker voice with these words, “Hey, you get it, right? I don’t want to lose my high paying job here and rules are rules, no boys in the girl’s fitting rooms. Can I get you a video game to play while you’re waiting? A Mountain Dew? Wait, isn’t that your Snapchat notification I hear? You better sit here and check it” And that ends the fitting room party pretty quickly. They can’t get away fast enough and my fitting room clean-up begins. It’s all in a night’s work in the Junior Department. Next week, it’s an intimates department story. Lady, please tuck your breast back in. You don’t want to miss it. Thanks for checking out my blog. Please subscribe to be updated on new posts.
Theresa Dodge Multi-Tasker Extraordinaire