Bad Sign Number Six Million And Eighteen

Quitting your job in customer service in order to go back to your old clothing retail job, which pays less.

 

And which is going out of business.

 

Yes, I now have an extremely seasonal job. I couldn’t help it! Liquidation means low-low prices,* which means lots and lots of people buying shit, which means that your former co-workers all look like the walking dead! As I look for work, I must ease their burden—

 

—Ho, shit, what’s that on the horizon? Is that Christmas?

I'm doomed, aren't I?

 

And the moral of today’s story is: no matter how much something sucks, customer service is worse.

 

 

*Any rumors that I bought sort of a lot of really awesome clothes are filthy lies.  Pay no attention to the pepperminty-looking sweater I’m wearing.