March 20th, 2005

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I'm trying to imagine what it would be like to work at Abercrombie and Fitch. Well, one good thing it means is that you're extremely hot. And it also means that you'll constantly be surrounded by other extremely hot people. You'd spend hours in an environment where music that you might as well be raving to is always blasting, and clothing is always pre-worn but has guilty appeal. How do some people in the world pull these things off? And can you? Will you have to?

I've become so desperate for a job that I started searching retail stores again, in hopes that it can make the next few months go by faster. Just my luck, I went into Abercrombie to find out that not only were they hiring, but were obviously very excited that I was interested. When the thought of actually working at a place like Abercrombie and Fitch became a possibility, I wondered if I was getting myself into a somewhat decent retail job, or if I was walking myself into store that would more than likely drive me to the pits of insanity. Would the constant bump-n-grind-encouraged atmosphere push me to pull my hair out, or would it simply convert me into a bubbly, giggly, highbrow just like the rest of them? Will the unnecessarily overpriced clothing and all the yuppies buying it on their mothers' credit cards make me want to pee my pants with excitement, or barf all over my Dickies jacket?

The thing is, Abercrombie and Fitch is a place unlike any other in the world. Don't be fooled friends, it is no American Eagle in there. It's not subtle or friendly or laid back. Abercrombie and Fitch stores are the preppy fashion Mecca of high schools everywhere, and being in that store is like witnessing what makes pretty girls and pretty boys popular, and what drives them to party, backstab, and rule adolescence the way they do. Observing such an act is seeing these perfect people climb some sort of twisted social ladder right before your very eyes.