One of the things I do remember the most about my time working at a certain retail store was the customers. I didn’t particularly like being a shop assistant. I liked being a shoe responsible a bit better, but it was more of the same really. I didn’t like my manager. My workmates were generally fine, except a couple of exceptions. The customers… Ah, that’s another story. I used to work in a posh area in London, and there were many ladies around during the week that thought we were there to be their servants. They would treat us like we were nothing, and we couldn’t say anything about it. I remember this lady coming into the store at 11am on a Tuesday morning, stinking of alcohol. They might have had more money than us, but they had pitiful lives that needed alcohol first thing in the morning. Many of these ladies were rude and dismissive. I didn’t like them one bit. I was usually polite and cheerful, despite their behaviour, but I hated when …