tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69763510208331813362011-10-21T16:45:57.773-04:00Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581175958659689774noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6976351020833181336.post-89736654536347628082011-09-23T00:37:00.001-04:002011-09-23T01:01:46.797-04:00My name is Kristen. I became a retail slave 5 years ago. I don't think my experiences are unique, even though they sometimes feel like it, but in a society where the customer is always right, I want the other side of the coin to have a voice. I want to show you, the reader, what it's like to be on my side of the counter. Mostly, I want you to laugh with me in my experiences because what else are you supposed to do when someone wants to return a pair of slippers with popcorn stuck all over them?<br /><br />I do have a few (loose) rules for myself, and I hope you keep me accountable as well. I will not mention store names, coworkers' names, or customer names. Slogans and descriptions, however, will be allowed. Venting will be kept at a minimum. Insider information will not be given.<br /><br />Stay tuned! This is only the beginning.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6976351020833181336-8973665453634762808?l=retail-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11581175958659689774noreply@blogger.com0