There are a lot of bad jobs out there. Finance manager of Dennis Kucinich's 2008 presidential campaign. Paris Hilton's gynecologist. The guy who cleans up Hugh's studio after his radio show (Diet Coke and Cheetos make for a toxic and almost impossible to remove sludge). Hooker in Las Vegas during the 2007 Blog World Expo.
But is there anything worse than working the kiosks in your typical suburban shopping mall? You know what I mean. The stand alone booths and carts that feature such novelties as genuine Norwegian reindeer slippers, "never wrinkle" osmosis skin moisturizers, and Styrofoam "fun" gliders.
Working anywhere in a mall is not high on my list of dream jobs, but the poor saps slaving at those kiosks are laboring in a whole new level of hell. Trying to cajole busy shoppers to stop by their stands and buy the useless crap they're trying to shill. All the while standing (or sitting on a stool) with no place to hide their shame. I have to imagine that turnover in these positions is astronomical, to say nothing of the suicide rate.
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