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Chapter 80

I'm selfish, I know
I told you, but I know you never listen

– Harry Styles, Woman

. . . .

It took a few weeks of biting my nails and anticipating for the phone to ring, but on a Tuesday afternoon, I got the call for a job interview. The interview went quite well, honestly. The woman seemed interested in what I had to say and somewhat seemed willing to give me a chance despite my lack of retail experience. And yesterday, I got the call that I got the job.

Today's my first day and I don't know whether I should be excited or nervous, but Harry's helped a bit by promising a family dinner to celebrate when my shift is over. While I'm at work, he's going with Gemma to her sonogram appointment since Ryan is away on a construction project. Lilly, on the other hand, is spending the day with Anne.

Walking into the store, Amelia (the girl that turned in my application) is wiping down the counter. When she notices me, she sets the wipes aside and gestures me to follow her back towards the break room, I'm guessing. She shows me a small room with a table and four chairs, a microwave, and a mini-fridge. The next room over is where we can keep our personal belongings when we're out in the store. Then, finally, we end up back in the main section of the store.

"Here is your name tag and set of keys." She pulls her dark, kinky hair up into a high bun and tugs at a few curls around her ears.

"What do you want me to do as of now?" I look around the empty store. There are a few other employees scattered around—stocking shelves or hiding in the racks and gossiping.

"Well, I'm training you today, so you can help me get all of the clothes from the racks in the dressing rooms."

I walk back into the dressing room - it's a narrow room with wide, black doors concealing six different walk-in rooms. There's a silver push rack in the corner with everything from halter tops to ripped jeans hanging from the rail. Standing in the walkway with the metal rack in my hand, I make a mental layout of the entire store of everything from juniors to plus sizes to men's apparel and the small shoe section.

Under the hawk eyes of my coworkers, I pull the rack to the plus-size section first and start putting the clothes back in their designated spots.

A blonde girl with flowing curls down her back and tall leather boots steps around one of the racks and sneaks a peek back at the other girls by the checkout register.

"A tip of advice, those two tops go on the clearance rack." She picks the last two I just put down and walks a few meters to my right and drops them onto that rack, organizing them by size.
"Sorry, I didn't know."

"No worries," she smiles and helps me sort out the rack. "I'm Kat."

"Violet."

I know she notices me looking past her to the two girls constantly watching us. It's putting me on edge as if I'm doing something incredibly wrong.

"Don't bother worrying about them. They're harmless. They usually work night shifts, and I'm guessing you're working morning shifts?"

"Yeah."

"Cool," she organizes the shelf with the denim jeans and taps her nails against the metal shelving. "I have to go open the register. Good luck on your first day!"

"Thanks."

The rest of the day goes by just fine and I'm out of here by 4:05. The store was busy—to me, at least. I've had multiple people come up to me to ask if they had a certain top or where certain items were throughout the store and thankfully, Amelia was always close by so I could ask her. When I was sorting the men's shirts, a price tag sliced my finger, creating the tiniest of paper cuts in the very center of my index finger. Other than that, I think it went by pretty well.