But it was a relatively quiet job. There were long periods in the day when no one would come in, and it was up to us to keep ourselves occupied. There were only so many times you could Windex the display cases, so I started reading. One summer, I started reading Helter Skelter, which, by the way, is the worst book for anyone working in retail to read. Nothing says “Buy a watch” like seeing the customer service representative reading a book about mass murders committed by a drugged-out ’60s cult.
