My first job was at a clothing store in the mall called Delia’s. My best friend at the time worked there so I though it would be fun, super easy, and I would get a great discount! What I remember most about this job is always thinking, “how soon until I get off?” For the first couple months, the managers did not bother to teach me how to work the register, so all I did for hours at a time was fold clothes over and over and over again. And once I would finish one job, my boss would say, “Kara, go fold the jean wall.” (Which had about a million different pairs located on it.) I was a caged in bird forced to put a smile on. It also did not help that little girls would mess up piles right after I folded them! I expected folding in the retail industry, but definitely not perfection such as this store demanded. Once I started working the register though, things got better. I was listening to “Excuse me, find me a different size in this.” Don’t get me wrong, I have lots of respect for people who work in retail, because I know how hard it is, I just know now that it is not the job for me.