I don't know why I ever took this stupid department store job. Sure, the commissions were great, but it was a lot of work. Folding and sorting merchandise, putting up with competitive co-workers always trying to steal my sales and one-up my quota. And let's not forget the endless tides of horny old men who decided a saleswoman was the perfect target for them to blow the dust off their lechery skills.

At least a waitress got tips to put up with that shit, and could run off to another table to get a break from it. Me, I had no choice but to pretend not to notice their eyes...