“Congratulations, you had your baby!” Insert confused look here. “The other day I was in shopping, and you were pregnant…?”
Working as a stylist/retail bitch is sometimes rewarding but a lot of the time monotonous and slightly demeaning. In this particular instance I was dealing with two extraordinarily wealthy clients. Both girls were foreign exchange students from the same city, but became BFFs when they met their first year in college. They also have monthly allowances of what I hope my yearly earnings will one day look like. On Monday they took full advantage of that allowance. On Wednesday they were back to exchange almost half of their purchases. On Monday I was wearing a boxy turtleneck sweater dress – one of those heinously-on-trend looks great on a super model type pieces – and on Wednesday I was back to my crop top and high-waisted jeans (lazy) routine.