Tuesday, November 06, 2007

So help me god, I will never work retail again!

Painting takes a hell of a lot longer than I remember. I have a full morning of living room painting to do before we fill it up with furniture friday. It's big room. Sigh...

Since I am incoherent with tiredness, here's a blog post from someone else that is absolutely hilarious - 15 Minute Lunch's commentary on a 1977 JCPenney catalogue.

My first job at 16 was at a JCPenney's in the watch repair department tucked away by the catalog area. I can change watch batteries and resize bands like you read about. I almost went into a comma on most days though. It was hours of boredom punctuated by being harassed by either the security guys, the guys from the stockroom, the optometrist who was old enough to be my father and told me dirty jokes, or the customers. My very first day these two guys asked me if I'd like to sit down (I was standing guarding a pile of cheap watches and also near the chairs in the optometrist area.) When I said "no thanks", they said, "That's too bad because you could have sat here", and they proceeded to put their hands together and wiggle their fingers.


1 comment:

Viola Zuppa said...

I keep picturing going into a "comma" as curling up on the floor in the fetal position. Something that I want to do at work fairly frequently these days, but not from boredom.

Thanks for the giggle to brighten my day.