My day consisted of dusting, annoying "normal" couples, dusting, kicking truant teens out of the store, dusting, sketchy gay junkies, polishing fingerprints off glass, shopping for Tachen books for the store, and lastly, dusting. It was a slow day for 23rd Ave. *sigh*
I always wanted to be a forensics investigator. That would be good practice and kill the boredom.
I work in a gift shop on a trendy street. We must look good. Two inches of dust does not sell an item. I think all the dust in the universe originates from my shop, either that or from the Toys R Us I used to work at.
They were annoying. They were dropping crap all over the store and being very loud. I was having a nice calm day but they had to come and step on my cloud. They reeked of liquor at 2 in the afternoon. Early martinis at one of the cafes on the strip, I dunno, maybe I'm just jealous.