I work retail as one of my summer jobs.
I lose hope in humanity because of my job in retail.
I love people. I love meeting people, talking to people, learning about people. I genuinely love that aspect of my job.
I often sit in amazement as I watch people browse through my store. It’s all very similar to a young child looking for a specific toy, only to find it at the very bottom of a toy box.
And I’m the mom left to clean it all up.
Yes, it’s my job. I know.
But somewhere along the line I find myself wondering how we all have become such animals in the world of retail. How ravishing through t-shirts is a very similar act to how we once ravished for food in a forest of predators.
I’m looking into this too much, huh?
Ah, well. Cheers to retail and a job that pays! :)