One of the girls told me [insert super chonga accent] that my job was to basically faciliate the customer's shopping experience and make it as aestically pleasing and easy as possible. Why? Because let's say if there's half a stack of jeans in one room, and another stack somewhere else, a poor unsuspecting customer may only find the one stack that happens to not have her size. Without the said jeans she won't have a thing to wear out that night, and will be doomed to sit at home for the evening. Had the jeans been better orgazined, she would have found her size. Voila! She would have hit the club looking stunning, and found her future boyfriend that night.
My job is to organize the store to insure people's lives become fairy tales and not nights spent watching VH1. Home. Alone. On their Couches. Binging. Because without THOSE jeans, you're doomed. Duh.
When she told me this, I just though to myself is she kidding? Is the language barrier that severe? If you know me, I will rage about how important fashion is, but even I thought she was going overboard. I kept and keep thinking about this everytime I go into work. Until I realized...
Maybe she has a point. I mean sometimes people stay in or don't do things because they aren't feeling their best, and I believe how you feel about your appearance has a wholeee lot to do with that. If you're in a bad mood you might give off a bad vibe preventing you from meeting someone or doing something which could change your life, or at least your day. And if you go into a store, and it's an unorganized disaster, and you can't find what you want... well, maybe that put you in a bad mood. Butterfly effect via ill-fitting skinny jeans perhaps?
I'm not saying fashion controls your destiny. I'm not saying I control your destiny by properly folding skirts into a manner which makes it easier for you to find just the right one. But maybe, just maybe, fashion & I shape it a little more than you care to admit.
Cause I felt like smiling this morning.
♥ Lini.
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