I’m a squishy girl with some fashion sense. So of course it made
perfect sense to work for the trendy plus size store at the mall.
Best and worst job ever!
I had just moved to the city from a small town and had to take public
transit (an entirely different experience in itself as you can see
from the new website! HAH!) which was a total nightmare. The buses
only ran every half hour and if they had to pick up a wheelchair,
heaven forbid TWO then I was guarenteed screwed. Not to mention the
countless times the buses broke down. I was already in for a 2 hour
bus ride with 4 bus changes. So of course getting to work was no
I started out as a regular sales associate, but soon got promoted. I
had no managerial experience at the time and I was promoted simply
because my store manager was the laziest boss on earth. And she knew
I was eager to learn and to make a good impression. Oh, the lessons
Now you’d think since we were ALL squishy girls we’d bond or some
shit. Or atleast have some compassion for each other. Nope. Not my
fire crotch boss. I’ve never heard so much shit talked about
everybody in my entire life, and I lived in the shit talking capitol
of the US, Lake Havasu City, AZ.
I am diabetic and waiting for the bus and my blood sugar crashes.
(6.25 an hour really doesn’t get you all the nutrients you need plus
pay bills ya know?) I passed out in the middle of the street during
morning traffic. No one helped me. I called my boss when I finally
dragged my ass back to my apartment only to be informed if I wanted
my job I better be on time because she had a class and she couldn’t
miss it… but my near death experience wasn’t a big deal. So I go in
all chewed up and pale and shaky (after a 2 hour bus ride mind you)
and she just tells me I look like shit and should have worn more
I was late a few times because of the bus. No biggie right? The boss
came in late by atleast 10 minutes almost everyday complaining that
she couldn’t get her outfit right or her hair wasn’t doing what she
wanted. So like an idiot I assumed that my occasional half hour tardy
due to public transit was forgivable. WRONG.
My Aunt passed away and I attended her funeral one weekend. The
following Monday we had a managers meeting at 8:30am. I showed up on
time with everyone else and the meeting began. About 10 minutes in
she asks me to join her in the back and proceeds to conduct my exit
interview. I was being fired. For too many tardies. Company policy
and all that jazz. Fuck that. I cried out of shear anger.
I refused to step foot in that store again… until I heard she had
moved away. It’s hard to keep a squishy girl away from cute clothes
I heard she procreated. Woe to the world and the spawn she brought