"This job would be great if it weren't for the fucking customers."
Somedays, Randall, I couldn't agree more. The other day, a girl tried on clothes and left her discarded items in the fitting room. Okay, no biggie. I can deal. Enter fitting room: the garments are suspended from the light fixture. Really, Spider-Man? That took some doin'. I do take it personally when someone goes the extra mile to make my job a little more difficult. It's one thing to trash the room with stuff everywhere - pretty rookie stuff, not too hard to do. But hanging the clothes from the lights? COME ON. There are convenient hooks at eye-level that you don't have to be a Cirque de Soleil performer to use. GOD.
I love my job, I really do. I love our customers, but not when they scale the walls to leave their unwanted items.