Mallworker

Some lady asked today if I was for sale. That's something I hear everyday, so it's not what bothered me. What actually caught my attention is the way it happened. The lady asked if I was for sale so the attendant said no, like always and then she proceeded to tell her daughters and started leaving. Then one of the girls came back and said "I I want to buy it, can I do it?". Again, she got a "no" for an answer. This girl was around 7. Seven years old and already knows the power of money. "If I want to buy it, can I do it?" Name the price, I'll pay for it because I want it. So sad to see that she'll surely grow as a person that will never know the true value of something and there are things you just can't buy. Hope I'm wrong. -C.

Tantrums: I must confess I'm pretty tired of hearing kids kick and scream just because they want something. And the attendant, she says her uterus shrinks every time she witnesses a kid throw a tantrum. But we both know they are the best reason for parents to spend money on useless shit. Merchandisers know this too.

The Apple Store is visibly about 40ft away from the kiosk I work and halfway from the beginning of the hallway. Still, what people ask the most is “Do you know where the Apple Store is?”. This I consider either extreme laziness or extreme anxiety, but mostly the first. The attendant has managed to embarrass them by just pointing and smiling like an idiot.

I am the biggest victim, the one that’s constantly bullied by kids and adults. Look at my face and body. I love my job but I must admit that sometimes I hate myself.

Have you ever feel like you’re the only person that can help? That’s how the attendant feels when people asks for directions. How come everybody comes to her? Do people see an information sign on her forehead? Does the kiosk says “Information” anywhere? She still helps people, the poor girl. I’m a afraid the mall administration might call her to offer her a job…