Hollister Co.

Three weeks ago, I got a new job working as a "model" for Hollister, a Californian inspired, nation-wide retailer. I have loved the stoe ever since they opened up shop in our mall last December so I thought it appropriate that i go work for them since they consume most of my earnings anyway. Not tomention the 20% discount. While the job is fun and I enjoy my co-workers, standing on my feet for five or six hours get very old very fast. Time passes like tar dries in the middle of August. One day while I was working the cash register or "cash wrap" as they prefer to have you call it, i was visiting with another model while I rang up an obnoxious little 12-year-old girl. I said, to no one in particular, "If you are ever told by your doctor that you only have a matter of weeks to live, get a job at Hollister, because every day feels like an eternity."

In addition to the long hours of not being able to sit, my job is not to just fold the clothes, my job is to fold the clothes immaculately. to ensure that all stacks are the same height, the shirts are the same width. Jeans can be folded one of five different way and you must know how each style is to be done. Size stickers are to line up vertically, perfectly straight. Basicly, if the store is not a show piece at the end of the day, you can't go home. Not to mention that it is the darkest and most intense smelling store in the mall; possibly the world.