Tag: bra

Rambling

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

The days go flying past! Is it possible, this day is a Tuesday already!

That summarizes my weekly mantra: “What happened to Monday?” Usually, this day initiates adjustment so that Wednesday’s appearance isn’t as jolting. Essentially, time flies.

I went to work yesterday, and as suspected, the store was short on employees. Instead of selling jewelry, I was assigned to cover the Intimates Department. The first half of my shift was spent straightening and rehanging bras, and I listened to women complaining about their breasts and having to search for bras. In an Initimates Department, breasts and bras are never-ending issues.

Some sort of variation occurs in every department. I’ve listened as customers talked unendingly about bed sheets and being willing to sleep only on certain types. Jewelry searching, of course, brings up lots of focus on oneself. A good seller does what’s needed in every product situation and listens.

Monday barely is history, and I rattle on. Maybe I’m slightly rattled after those few hours of listening to unresolvable complaints. Right now, I am considering the extent to which advances have transitioned the human condition.

Technology has given us almost endless choices. Once upon a time, a person who slept nights on a substantial straw mat was lucky. Back then, too, women typically used rag-type materials to bind their breasts and control menstruation. Nowadays, with many sophisticated choices, it seems they’re not enough, and people are restless.

In the late 1960’s, there was an enormous public movement to “Burn the bras!” Women’s bodies were becoming less idealized than those ballyhooed by the popular movies. That refocusing has continued and is an issue today.

And today, a woman is campaigning, she’s popular and might be America’s next President.

Dear Friends: I will be at work today listening to whatever anybody wants to say. Diana

I’m With Charlie

Saturday, February 10, 2024

I laughed at his mom’s capture of Charlie while she tried on Intimates.

The Store’s customers make it fun to be a part-time worker. Charlie’s person is the sort of pleasant customer who eases my “afterward job” of picking up and putting away. At the bottom line, fun wins everybody over.

Working in Intimates has taught me that “women and bras” are a phenomenon more interesting than I could have imagined. Many women out shopping try on bras, not a few at a time, but dozens at once. Often they leave without purchasing or complain that nothing “works” for them.

Upon entering newly vacated dressing rooms, I often see masses of bras hanging randomly or tried on and dumped on the floor. Yesterday, my inner-self cheered kudos to Charlie’s mom for having picked up and neatly re-hung her try-ons. We working in Intimates must ensure that tried-on bras are correctly rehung (yes, there’s a formula) and then we search to relocate each among a baker’s dozens of bra racks.

So much bra trying-on makes me wonder if it’s a fetish among some women. Of course, there are good reasons, like post-surgery or weight changes, for trying on lots of bras. What strikes me as odd is the high number of customers who try on lots of bras all at once, surely outnumbering women who have genuine needs.

Reasons matter little as to why so many shoppers select bunches of bras, try them on, and then hang them loosely or toss them onto the floor. What’s real is the complex business of selling bras. Customers in Intimates clearly articulate their intense and common dislike for having to shop for and wear bras. Anyway, I knew this; we all know this.

Dear Friends: Psychological babble from an observer in Intimates. Diana