One day a couple months ago, I forgot to wear a suit on a day I had a big meeting. Therefore, I had the very fun occasion of forced shopping.
I got a new suit and a shirt and maybe something extra – who can remember? So, maybe I spent a couple hundred dollars. So what? I got a great suit and I hadn’t been shopping in a month or two. I’m a working woman – I can treat myself!
Flash forward to today: I’m six weeks-ish into my penny pinching budget and I had another occasion for forced shopping. Guess what? It’s not fun anymore.
I’ve never hated Banana Republic so much in my life. And you’re talking to a Luxe cardholder here, ok?
I hate the fun summer clothing, the smug mannequins, and the spoiled jags they represent.
And yes, then I spoke to the cashier, who told me about how she works this and another retail job and it really put my “problems” in perspective and blah blah blah.