Kill Your Idols

There's this manager named Sarah at Hollister who pisses me off. She treats me like I'm a fucken idiot or something. Last night she exclaimed "WOAH YOU KNOW HOW TO FOLD JEANS?" Mind you that there's a certain way to fold guy's jeans and it's I guess slightly difficult for all the models to figure out. Did I ever mention how much they lack in the common sense department? Well anyways, I was in the middle of explaining to her how I took down one of the jeans I saw folded, opened it up, studied it and followed the folds. Easy enough, don't you think? But she cuts me off and starts talking about how people couldn't figure it out and all this mumbo jumbo.

Prior to this convo, right when I got to Hollister, Jared, the main manager, had left some special tasks for me to do. So she explains to me how Jared says I'm one of the best folders and all this bullshit since he's only seen me fold once and I guess since I get all anal about detailing, it looked nice. So she had me do such things as detailing and making everything look perfect on some of the tables. I eventually ran into Jessica and helped her with work.

So back to the first paragraph, I guess Sarah was just surprised at how "good" I am. Woo, it's not hard to fold clothes bitch.

The first time I worked with her, she made me do USRs, which is a handheld computer device that lets you know what items were sold in the store that day. Thus, you look for these items in the back so we can restock them to the front of the store as if nothing happened. She had me do this last minute, no big deal, but there were 9 other people downstairs just waiting on me to finish. Why didn't she just have them help me? And when they finally did come up, they only chatted and folded what I had pulled out. Then she comes up and acts like I'm slow, finds one thing and gives up because she wanted to go home. So most likely, she put selected the option, can't find, on everything after that on my name and probably fucked up my quota. I'm aggravated with this bitch on first impression already.

Or also last night, Michael, another manager... I asked him if he had anything for me to do because I was extremely bored and walking aimlessly around tugging at shirts. He starts dancing to his metrosexual dance mix he popped in the stereo and just kept dancing. He even did a rock paper scissors dance. I don't even know how to explain that so I'll let your imagination run off. And that was the end of it. He gave me no work. Why do they have such idiots running that place. No wonder Jared is the main manager. Geezus.

I like how I went backwards with this entry.

I figure this deserved it's own entry because Hollister is just that special.