Mean Girl

I was rushing through city hall towards Market Square, cursing the slow people and those stand up advertising stands that dot the Pedway but only get in the way. I was late for work. I was so focused on trying not to run down a woman with her two small children, that when I finally was able to pass, I realized I had gone to far.

I whirled around, feeling stupid, and made my way to the shops of City Hall, where I was just about to start my new job at Reitmans. Except, it wasn't like the Reitmans we know (and despise). No, it was more like a boutique.

The day was going well until the blonde from across the hall came in. She was nice enough, but something about her rubbed me the wrong way. The trouble started when I started to ring in her purchase. It gets a little fuzzy here, but I did make a comment about how peach really wasn't her color, and all of a sudden there were a ton of customers in the store, waiting to be rung in. I was having trouble with the system, and of course, my new manager wasn't around.

The blonde was trying to help, folding clothes and putting them on the counter. My manager came back and took over the cash, and I looked at the blonde coldly and said "Thanks, but I can do that now." It came out sounding much harsher than I'd intended and she practically fled the store. I felt terrible.

When it slowed down again, I went across the hall to apologize. Then it got weird. I could see into her office, which looked like a sleazy hotel room from a movie. There was a woman and a man's head on the bed, and the blonde had a futon in the hall.

posted by Lisa at 9:25 AM |