So many of us..yet nobody can work?

Chloe became sick this past week, with a fever up to 100 degrees, night sweats and swollen glands. She was scheduled to work this past Thursday, and thought she could, up until an hour before she had to be in; that is when she had to call in. This did not please our boss, but Sheila, our boss, being the best boss around, let this one slide. Chloe's fever did not go down the night day, and yet again, she was scheduled to work, so we made sure to call around and ask the other four girls if they would not mind filling in for her. It was getting close to two o'clock, when Chloe's shift started, and still no word from any of the girls. We figured out of four girls, at least one of them would answer, right? Fortunately, three hours later, and a half hour before two o'clock, one of the girls let's Chloe know she can make it in for her. This was great news, but still frustrating to look back on because we have a handful of staff so we can rely on each other for these sort of occasions. I guess most of this frustration comes from me not liking two of my fellow employees. But at the toy store, we have to bottle these things up and be one big happy family!

Perfect example of a cashmere baby..

Saturdays..

I survived another Saturday at the toy store, which is always a relief. You never know who you will run into, or what will happen; it is our busiest day! Yesterday, I had the privilege of working with my best friend, Chloe (fictional name), who is the best person to people watch with. When it comes to entertaining us we are very easily amused, so when a customer, on her way back from the gym, came in demanding a smaller size in one of our red sox sweaters, we noticed something very repulsive. Not only was this customer stinking up the entire store, but there were buckets of sweat dripping down her face! I was ready to hand her a roll of paper towels for the sake of saving $2,000 worth of red sox merchandise. Attention to all future customers, please shower before you embrace us with your presence.  

Cashmere

I work in a store that sells high end clothing and toys for children. For example, the namesake of the blog is an 86 dollar cashmere sweater for a newborn child. For those who aren't familiar with children, they grow out of clothes relatively fast and neglect the act of staying clean. Hence, buying a newborn child a hundred dollar cashmere sweater to wear and ruin for approximately three weeks is, essentially, a waste of money. Impracticality is a theme that runs rampant throughout the store, but suburban mothers are the reason we remain in business; they have the resources to be frivolous shoppers.

In this blog I will not only indulge you with our customers "first world problems", but also discuss the importance of status, class and image in white suburbia.