I love my job...

Because I get to give customer service to some who may not be quite deserving.
Because I get to ask EVERY customer EVERY time
if they'd like to apply for a credit card.
Because I get to recite ALL the great benefits to EVERY
customer regardless of how many times they've heard them, or have said no,
or cut me off in the middle...you just continue on.
Because peeps like to put clearance tags on items that they CLEARLY don't belong to.
No you may not have this sixty dollar purse for fifteen.
Because I get told to shut up in the middle of reciting the benefits previously mentioned.
Because I have the pleasure of seeing people from the college days who I'm not too fond of,
and vise versa.
Logan is a small town.
Everyone knows everyone.
(there are some that I truly DO love seeing. Hopefully they feel the same way...?)
Because some of us get called stupid by certain glorious customers.
Because I get to work on holidays every year,
no matter how many years I've worked there.
Because I'm not getting paid much more than some newbies,
no matter how many years I've worked there.
Because there's a little bit of drama each day to spice things up.
I guess it just comes naturally in a store full of women.

I love my job, I love my job, I LOVE MY JOB!

But in all reality, I really do. I'm really blessed to have a job.  
Especially in a college town where NOBODY can find a job.

Maxxinista fo' life. Well, hopefully not...