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20 year old bisexual. Engineering and theater student. Currently directing Two Rooms by Lee Blessing.

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I’ve never watched an episode of Game of Thrones in my life and even I know that you don’t fuck with the blonde dragon lady.

and that the kid with the crown is the human version of period cramps

and jon snow is ned stark’s bastard

that’s it

that’s the show

That’s the most accurate description of Joffrey i’ve ever read.

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Man I ain’t even gon watch the new season of OITNB fuck you Scarlett hope u lost the password to my fuckin netflix Jesus

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The first thing I noticed on my first day on the job is that in retail no one sits. Ever. It didn’t matter if it was at the beginning of my shift, if the store was empty, or if my knees, back, and feet ached from hours of standing. Park your behind while on the clock, went the unspoken rule, and you might find it on a park bench scanning the want-ads for a new job. Another quick observation: Working in retail takes more skill than just selling stuff. Besides the mindless tasks one expects—folding, stacking, sorting, fetching things for customers—I frequently had to tackle a series of housekeeping chores that Stretch never mentioned in our welcome-aboard chat. Performed during the late shift, those chores usually meant I’d have to stay well past the scheduled 9 p.m. quitting time. Mop the floors in the bathroom, replace the toilet paper and scrub the toilets if necessary. Vacuum. Empty the garbage. Wipe down the glass front doors, every night, even if they don’t really need it. It was all part of the job, done after your shift has ended but without overtime pay.

My Life as a Retail Worker: Nasty, Brutish, and Poor (via azspot)

It’s the fine print that comes with jobs like this that often make them burdens. Ballooning expectations for as minimal pay as possible.

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Everyone should work retail, a retail Christmas preferably, once in their lives. It makes you a better customer.

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^^^^ At least once in their lifetime. $1 tax credit for life with proof of compliance.

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Retail can be fucking brutal physically and mentally.  But because it never, ever lets up, I eventually got so used to it that I didn’t fully realize just how much of a toll my retail job had taken on me until I had to quit and suddenly I just felt SO MUCH BETTER ALL OF THE TIME.

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The funny bit is that I stopped working at a grocery store for five years, went back and was smacked with the fish of the reality of retail that apparently I had forgotten. It might look easy but it takes a lot out of you.

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A friend took this pic while visiting Arizona, this sign is pretty clear


A friend took this pic while visiting Arizona, this sign is pretty clear

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today a customer asked me for a “medium whatever” and then got frustrated with me when i asked him what he meant

this is it 

this is the post that 100% accurately describes working with the public

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Oh my god Im going home for easter and when i got to the greyhound station my boyfriend and i found out there was only one ticket left. Its his birthday so i told him to take it. Then, as im saying bye, crying, this customer service guy pulls me over and whispers that he has one ticket somehow and that its mine. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I CANT TELL YOU HOW THANKFUL I AM!!!!

Yay! :)


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Don’t fear death, fear the state in which you will die.

I was always afraid of Ohio

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Sssshhhhh kik sound
You’re gonna give me a nostalgic heart attack

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