Which is where The Gap comes in. I never liked The Gap before -and prior to this whole job thing, I had planned on buying "green" clothing, made with environmentally friendly fibers and by people who weren't locked in a sweat shop for something like 12 hours a day. I had found a few sites that sold cute dresses and shirts but nothing businessy, so my liberal idealism was squashed and I spent my day in a mall instead -dealing with ill-fitting clothing and crabby employees. Until The Gap. The Gap stocks size zero (only regular, though). The Gap had employees that were pleasant and attentive. The Gap had clean dressing rooms. The Gap had an employee who told me about how Banana Republic's size zero was smaller than The Gap's, that petite pants were available on the website but they were cut differently, that on-line orders could be returned at Gap stores, and that I got 15% off my purchase and 10% off every first Tuesday of the month if I applied for a Gap Visa card. Euphoric from my success, I did. So, The Gap is expensive. The Gap is ridiculously expensive. The Gap was also the most pleasant shopping experience I have had in a good long while. Shopping for women's dress pants is hell, but The Gap was -if not heaven- limbo.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Hell Isn't Other People
Jean-Paul Sartre had it wrong. Hell isn't other people. Well, other people are part of the hell. Hell is shopping for women's dress pants. Yes, women's dress pants. I have a new job (YAY!), it is telemarketing (BOO!), and it requires business attire for no discernible reason other than to make me miserable on a daily basis. So off I went, out into the wild yonder of the mall. And found that there are very few clothing stores that actually carry anything I can fit into. Due to the nature of resizing clothing, I have the unfortunate issue of no longer fitting into a size 2. I used to be able to pull it off; it would be a little baggy, but ultimately acceptable. And for most stores, 2 Petite is the smallest they go. Which is unfortunate, both because complaining about this issue isn't exactly something that garners sympathy and because I have no clothing I can fit into. Which is where the "hell" part of this equation fits in. Trying on pant after pant after pant, having them not fit in the waist, having the odd pant that fits in the waste still be too long even though it is called "Petite", and ultimately giving up in store after store and just buying a skirt that apparently makes me resemble a mermaid is hell. Plus, those people are less than helpful. Seriously, I know retail isn't a fun job; but neither is shopping and I expect something more than a grunt of recognition. Also, waiting forever at the register with my clothing items is also less than fun.