Well it is all over from here. My staple of employment for the last 6 years is gone. I guess there is nothing left to know about retail anyways. Perhaps I never belonged there in the first place. I am not sure how to look into the past and know for certain if things were good or if the past is just sugar coated by bad memory.
I started working in retail fashion part-time in 2007 and I really enjoyed the idea of creative control over my environment and I considered myself fashionable but poor. A thrift store junkie from a time when interesting vintage clothing could still be found for 50 cents. I had gone to fashion design school and have some basic knowledge about garment construction. I should fit right in...right? Well as it turns out I am not mean or super judgmental which might be written into the handbook for fitting in. I was still generally accepted. I even made some friends though excluded from invites to hang out after work and really was not considered one of the cool kids. I think I was tolerated. Just a hangers-on that was dependable and user friendly. I have no drama. No real need for conflict and I honestly find it easier to show up to work rather than come up with some lie to justify my absence.
I think the truth in the past can be labeled accurately by the function it has served. I always had a place to work if I was in between jobs. The pay was low but helped me feed myself. I did learn how merchandising and buying for market are important for a retail business. I met fun people over the years; some that think of me as the creative person I am and others that don't.
