It's NOT Your Bedroom Floor....

I wish that some people would have a little more respect for those like myself. I recently got hired at JCPenney as a sales associate. I am very excited and happy about the job. I like the people I work with, well most of them, and I like the huge discount that I get just for working there. What I don't like, is the rude and snobby people that come into the store and expect me to cater to thier every fricken need. First of all, you have the people that want you to be a personal shopper and just follow them around and carry their shit. I don't think so! Then there are the people that come up to me and ask "Do you have any brown skirts?" What the FUCK? Are you kidding me? This is JCPenney. Of course we have a brown skirt somewhere. Go look for it. My head is not a computer. I don't know what we have in stock at this very moment. And finally, the people I hate most..... the ones who don't hang their shit on the little rack after they try it on. My mom always told me "This is not your bedroom floor." Thanks mom. I owe you one for teaching me to be respectful and kind. It's not my job to pick your crap up off the floor and turn it right side out before I put it back on the hanger that you threw on the floor. Not my job. Not my job. I don't try on six pairs of jeans, three shirts, two bathing suits, and a sweater and then leave it all in a heaping pile on the floor. That's bitchy.