Why Retail?
If I am being honest, I never really pictured myself working in retail. When I shopped at popular stores, I saw mountains of clothing and somber employees. I occasionally saw a problematic customer causing a scene and never thought I would be able to handle a situation like that because I hate confrontation. I love clothing, but in order to avoid some of these less than pleasant situations, I do most of my shopping online.
Everything changed when I transferred to a new college. I had realized that it was not financially possible for me to complete four years at the university I was attending, so I made the move. I was able to commute at my new school, which really made a difference on the size of the bill. After moving back home, I realized that in order to pay for school, I needed to find a job. I was a bit scared to look for a job because when I was 16 I applied to be the dancing donut at a coffee store and was told I was "under qualified".
I decided to disregard my scarring experience and apply for jobs. I am exceptionally clumsy so I had to rule out anything that had to do with carrying trays of food, I have one of those very high-pitched child-like voices so I decided to rule out anything that really relied on conversing over the phone, and I get exceptionally scared of people who are hangry so I decided not to work in the food industry. These choices left me with few options. I knew that there was a large shopping center near my house, so I thought I would collect some applications and just give it a shot!
I received my first job at a clothing store geared mostly toward older women. The store was trying to get "a younger crowd" shopping there, so I scored a job as a sales associate. The store was filled with bedazzled tees and large cable knit sweaters. I was quickly thrown to the wolves and trapped in the fitting room, as the attendant.
After a few months of finding empty nip bottles in fitting rooms, children mistaking fitting rooms for bathrooms, and many more unmentionable events I have been forced to suppress, I started looking for another job. I was later hired by my current employer! I worked at both jobs for a while, but realized I really liked the values of the new company I worked for and the other employees who were there!
I worked at my current job, as a sales associate, for about eight months and then I was miraculously promoted! I became a Manager In Training (MIT)! I am basically a super caffeinated child with a key to the store! Yes, it is as scary as it sounds.
I love my job, but I find that it can sometimes be difficult being the youngest manager. I think that I have really grown as a person while in this position and can't wait to discuss more in another blog post!
--Morgan
(Photo from: http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1630366/thumbs/o-JCPENNEY-570.jpg)
Everything changed when I transferred to a new college. I had realized that it was not financially possible for me to complete four years at the university I was attending, so I made the move. I was able to commute at my new school, which really made a difference on the size of the bill. After moving back home, I realized that in order to pay for school, I needed to find a job. I was a bit scared to look for a job because when I was 16 I applied to be the dancing donut at a coffee store and was told I was "under qualified".
I decided to disregard my scarring experience and apply for jobs. I am exceptionally clumsy so I had to rule out anything that had to do with carrying trays of food, I have one of those very high-pitched child-like voices so I decided to rule out anything that really relied on conversing over the phone, and I get exceptionally scared of people who are hangry so I decided not to work in the food industry. These choices left me with few options. I knew that there was a large shopping center near my house, so I thought I would collect some applications and just give it a shot!
I received my first job at a clothing store geared mostly toward older women. The store was trying to get "a younger crowd" shopping there, so I scored a job as a sales associate. The store was filled with bedazzled tees and large cable knit sweaters. I was quickly thrown to the wolves and trapped in the fitting room, as the attendant.
(Photo from: https://retailproblems.files.wordpress.com/2012/11/fitting-room1.jpg)
I worked at my current job, as a sales associate, for about eight months and then I was miraculously promoted! I became a Manager In Training (MIT)! I am basically a super caffeinated child with a key to the store! Yes, it is as scary as it sounds.
I love my job, but I find that it can sometimes be difficult being the youngest manager. I think that I have really grown as a person while in this position and can't wait to discuss more in another blog post!
--Morgan
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