My Twenty Minute Lifetime

I wrote this for another class but I realized that it fits perfectly into the idea that we just keep repeating everything over and over.

I worked at Abercrombie and Fitch for a summer between my sophomore and junior year of college. For those of you unfamiliar with Abercrombie and Fitch it is a company that is consumed in aesthetic appeal. And though the fourteen year olds the store marketed to who bought the flimsy t-shirts with risque sayings would never notice, it was part of our job to take each size sticker and align it perfectly with the next, take each corner and make sure it had no wrinkles, take each pattern and make sure it folded the exact same way. It truly was hegemony at its finest.

I remember working one particular day before school would commence in the fall with the rush of tired mothers and whining daughters shuffling into the store. I would stand by helplessly as the duos would pick apart pile by pile everything I had worked so hard to perfect the hour before. And I would be forced to ask them with a plastered smile and pseudo enthusiasm, "Are you finding everything alright?" Knowing fully well my next hour would be filled with folding boards, size stickers and absolute mind numbing boredom. This was my twenty minute lifetime, my Bill Murray experience, destined to be repeated again and again and again.