lame work

So, after that absolutely miserable day at work, I realized how utterly
dependent everyone is on their material goods to satisfy happiness.
Now, I'm not saying I don't like my new kicks, or new era hats, or brand name t's,
but some of the feeble, old ladies, middle aged single moms, or daddy-rich teens that come through,
literally are completely unhappy without their weekly Winner's purchases. They base their lives on whether or not they got a good deal that day.
One phone conversation:
women: "don't even begin with the budget in my fucking ear again, dave!
... no, I don't care....just figure it out!....I didn't get a good deal today, what the fuck do you think?"
Seriously people,
the fact that Winner's sells brand names for 60% apparently gives a breath of life to a whole new monster: the middle-class brand whore.
When did this happen? Middle class people are suppose to be the ones that will take the fancy clothing...as long as it's cheap, they don't care about brands...but wish for them as well.
Now Winner's offers these people a whole new way in which to full fill their lives.
It sickens me when women come through my till,
buy a few hundred dollars worth of clothes and then tell their friends how much better they feel:
"omg, at least I have a pink cardigan now! My wardrobe was useless without them."
Some Characteristics of Winners Whores:
1) LOTS OF MAKEUP
2) friend equally as lost in life
3)lots of clearly fake jewelry, some brand name purses etc. clearly purchased from winners.
4)expensive cell phones (illusion of importance)
5)USE THE WORD "CUTE" non stop. ("look at how cute this is!" "omg, these shoes are so cute")
6)reek of cheap, powerful perfume, clearly purchased from winners.
WW are what make my job interesting, and frustrating.
They want every article folded like its Versace,
want every item wrapped like D&G made it.
Treat every shoe like a Prada.
it's WINNERS FOR CHRISTS SAKE.
rant, end.