The most ironic thing EVER
I am standing at the front at work today. For those of you who don't know, I work at Rave, one of the trashier stores our mall has to offer featuring t-shirts that have sayings such as "if you're rich, i'm single". I don't know why I work there. Anyway, I was working the front which means I stand at the entrance and as meaninglessly as humanly possible I greet and say goodbye to everyone entering and exiting.
Well, the store was pretty empty, as it normally is so I was refolding, possibly for the thousandth time one of the stacks of t-shirts we have on this table in the front. I am trying to focus on the song playing because it is the only one I half like, "such great heights" by the postal service. Let me tell you, it's a nice break from mariah carey for the eleventh time in a row. Unfortunately, it was pretty hard for me to focus on the song because my coworkers were screeching at me in spanish, even though I have informed them a least two dozen times that I do not know spanish. Yes, I understand that my name is Racquel, which is typically a hispanic name, but that doesn't mean that I automatically know spanish.
I randomly grabbed the next stack of t-shirts to refold, that I only glance at for a second, long enough to recognize it as the most hideous shade of orange I have ever seen. That's when she walked in. Let's call her Jane, which actually sort of fits her more than her real name, but that is besides the point. I was sleeping with her boyfriend. I mean I'm not now, but I was previously. Well, eventually guilt got the best of her boyfriend and he came clean to her. So Jane, understandably, hates me, I mean it's the kind of hate where she would laugh if I was hit by a car.
Well, she walked into Rave, with some girl who I believe is her sister. I had to greet her, even though I really wanted to just hide behind a mannequin, I'm not proud of what I did, but there was no way around it, my manager was right there. So there it went: "Hi! How are you today? Well, just to let you know all of our satin tops are on sale for $9.99 today." She looked up at me, I braced myself for the worst, but she just smiled and said "thank you". I went right back to folding those ridiculous orange t-shirts. I could feel how red my face was. She left and I told her to have a good night. I don't know whether she recognized me or not, after all she has only met me in person once and that was over a year ago, when I was dating one of her friends. But I folded the last t-shirt of the stack and I really looked at it for the first time and the words wrote out "get dirty" and I laughed to myself for a long, long time.
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Office |
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 cranky |
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Refused- Liberation Frequency |
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