Flashback all the way to 2008.
Picture a girl with straight black hair and bangs,
wearing a black and white checkered newsboy hat, yellow t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and black flats.
This was me in store 151. Before the XXI expansion.
We were smaller. A lot smaller. Only one floor and what I considered to be the OG team.
So imagine all of those clothes on ONE floor. Granted it was wide, but wow we really functioned on ONE floor.
Our boss was, in my opinion, bad ass.
But of course, working with a bunch of estrogen causes for drama, so I'm sure people had their tit for tat with her.
She held it down in my opinion. And so did the rest of the OG team, who will be randomly brought up in different posts.
It was my first day and I was so excited to put clothes back in all the wrong places along with folding endless amounts of camis, endlessly. You'll blink and they'll be destroyed again.
I remember walking in with such a positive attitude, thinking, "I could totally do this all the time!" I mean what girl who loved shopping and fashion could ever be sick of being SURROUNDED BY CLOTHES?
As I walked around with a permanent smile on my face (something I DO NOT do) I felt like nothing could bring me down. How could people ruin your mood if you were always nice to them?
I walked around greeting all the customers walking through the door in the typical manner.
"HI LADIES, WELCOME TO FOREVER 21!"
In my endless teenage bliss, I turned around to two girls storming out of the store and wanted to say "Have a great day," but before I could get the words out, the commotion began.
"You're a worker here?" She said. Since it was my first day, I excused this dumb question I would hear for the next 7 years.
"Yes, is there something I can help you with?" Thinking, what the fuck am I about to get myself into.
"That girl over there at the register, was the RUDEST person I've ever talked to."
"I'm sorry to hear that, is there something I can do?"
"No you're fine, actually you're great, but every time I come here I always have an issue with one of the girls. They have some serious attitude problems," she said as she thanked me and walked out.
I paused, took it in, and walked back over to the front section where I was stationed.
The store was broken down into three areas. A, B, and C. A was front, B was register, and C was back around the fitting room. So we'll just say I walked back to A.
I walked back to A, and continued pretending I knew where I was putting clothes. One of the pretty blonde workers came and talked to me about what just happened.
"That girl was such a bitch."
"She didn't seem that bad to me," I said. "She said the girl at the register was rude."
"Yeah because Nicole didn't want to return something she had already worn and then caused a scene about it."
"Oh wow, she played the shit out of me. She came up to me all upset, thanking me for being so nice but now, I see what it is."
"Yeah girl, that's nothin, wait til they try to come across the counter."
We laughed and another cool chick walked up to us to add more comments.
"She lucky Nicole just don't give a fuck anymore. All these bitches lucky." Said the Jersey girl.
"Welcome to Forever 21 Sue," they said. I just shook my head and laughed.
This was either going to test my patience or destroy it.
I'll tell you one thing that got destroyed that day. My legs and feet.
GOOD GOD I never had that kind of pain in my legs, not even when I ran track.
Yet I still drove home with a smile on my face.
I miss that store. Mostly because anytime we mentioned it, it sounded like we were talking about liquor. Isn't 151 one of the strongest liquors out there?
No wonder why our store had those numbers.
Those were some of the strongest bitches I've ever met.