When Travelpro's text alarm went off, I picked it up, as she was holding a snake.
"Is this what Christmas looks like?" I read aloud to her. "Sounds like there should be a picture, but there isn't one." She asked who it was from. "JewelKitten," I said.
We pondered the message, thinking hard. Then it dawned on us: JewelKitten was at work. This is JewelKitten's first job. It's retail. She works fine jewelry for department store hell. And it's motherfucking Labor Day.
"Oh my God!" We chorused. How could we not warn her? All of that retail experience between us, and none of us had told her what kind of shit would be hitting the fan on days like today.
Travelpro handed me the snake (or whatever the verb is for holding out my arm, branchlike, next to hers so the snake could transfer over) and replied back. "Oh, JewelKitten. I'm sorry, but no."
The next text came back in caps: "THERE IS A HUGE LINE AND PEOPLE ARE YELLING AT ME. WHYYYY?"
Aw, man. JewelKitten works in the kind of store that is known more for their fine selection of appliances rather than their fine jewelry. It's quiet every time I've gone in there.
My guess is that the store was having some kind of awesome BTS sale that involved the fine jewelry counter as well, and that she probably also got swamped with people who figured it would be quicker to get the jewelry people to ring up their school clothes and backpacks at that register. She got a tiny taste of "holiday sale shit storm" and was horrified that Christmas might be that bad. I hate to tell her that it's worse.
I feel bad, RHU. We encouraged JewelKitten to take this job, sweet innocent college kid that she is. I feel bad for encouraging her, but also... so fucking glad that I don't have to deal with that shit any more.
Hoping your weekend wasn't RHU-story-worthy,