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I work at a shoe store (right now just on the weekends, normally during the week but summer school is a timehog) so a normal day for me consists of dodging mallwalkers to get to our door, then having to say 'No ma'am, we don't open until 10 (11), I'm sorry." After that I turn on the lights, open the registers, turn on the Muzak, prepare the direct sales, tell the old hag pounding on the door that she can't come in because we have another 15 minutes, send out the direct sales, and open the store for the whiny old biddies. Then I sell shoes.
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