I think it was a nice summer's day outside, but since I was working inside I don't get to enjoy any of it. And what I am doing inside turns out to be an exhausting effort benefiting no one.
I have a small, $600 sale soon after arriving at work, and then nothing else until about 5 when I sell a single T-shirt. That's it.
And I really try —18,974 steps worth.
I have few customers as store traffic is low in number and fellow workers are high in number. Mostly when I ask, "Hi, is anyone helping you?" the answer is yes.
And then when I do find customers, I find the wrong ones. Sometimes I'm lucky and sometimes I'm not, and today I am definitely not.
When I am fortunate enough to find someone who isn't being helped, either...
- We don't have her size; or
- Nothing works (despite the entire rack full of clothes she tries on); or
- She runs out of time after gathering at least 30 different pieces; or
- She wants to think about it overnight; or
- She needs to first see what her boyfriend/husband/sister/mother thinks.
By the time I leave, my feet are killing me. I am totally depleted. My left knee hurts. And the thought of repeating this tomorrow makes me sad.
This week may have been my worst week since starting two and a half years ago. I'll gross about $140 for three full days of work. About $6/hour. And that's due to a combination of weak sales and an exorbitantly high return rate of almost 70%. Translated that means that for every $100 I sell this week, $70 is returned from prior weeks.
I know, it's the same old story. I try to stay positive. Every day's a new day. Blah blah blah.
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