They had made Andrea a "floater," someone who isn't
assigned a regular department, but fills in to help whichever
area is short of personnel. Most of her time was spent taking
clothes out of the dressing rooms, hanging them up and putting
them back on the racks. She was stunned at how sloppy women
were, and felt more like a maid than a sales clerk. She was
also amazed at the crap that was left behind in the dressing
rooms. She had cleaned out half-eaten chicken nuggets, stained
panties, dirty diapers, and just about anything else that
could be imagined. What was more upsetting than anything else
was getting her paycheck and seeing just how little she was
making after working so hard.
"I think I'm gonna quit," complained Andrea to
Jilly, as she dipped a French fry in ketchup and shoved it
in her mouth while they ate lunch at the food court. "This
is stupid. I'm nothing but a glorified janitor, and it sucks.
If I wanted to pick up clothes all day, I'd start in my own
room!"
"Andrea," sighed Jilly, "this is your third
week on the job. It can't be all that bad."
"Easy for you to say," Andrea shrugged. "You
get to be with Mark all day. I'm such a dope for not getting
my application in early."
"Yeah, you are," smiled Jilly. "Maybe next
summer. But for now you have to stick it out, since it's already
July and there are zero jobs left in this crummy town."
"I know, I know. I guess I'm just going to have to find
a way to make it work for me," Andrea devilishly grinned.
"What are you talking about, Andrea?" asked Jilly
warily.
"Well, because I spend so much time in the stockrooms,
I've had a chance to do some exploring. I know where the cameras
are in the ceiling, and I also think I know how to avoid them.
I bet I can get a five-finger discount on some clothes, since
my crappy paycheck is so small that even with the real discount,
I can't buy all the stuff I thought I was going to."
"That's just dumb," Jilly said shaking her head.
"If you get caught, you could go to jail!"
"I might be willing to share some things with you since
we're the same size, so be nice. Shit!" Andrea said glancing
at her watch. "It's almost one o'clock; I gotta get back.
I'll let you know how it goes. Call ya later!" she shouted,
as she sprinted toward the far end of the mall.
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