Used to work at House of Fraser.
Come 4/4.30pm on Christmas eve, after the sheer bloody mayhem of the run up to Christmas, the store would close, the crappy christmas music would go off (thank god) and then - then - we would have to work until every sale item (were hundreds of them) had been 'red penned' with its sale price, re-ticketed, re-positioned with sale stock (involved much hevy lifting and shoving), and then, hung on a different hanger, god, the list was endless.
You'd be lucky to get out at 6pm - oh yes, limited bus service.
No extra money, just the bare minimum wage.
Then you'd have to be back at the crack of dawn at boxing day. Limited bus service again. Minimum wage.
No students working here, just grown ups with families.
Yes, you take the job that you absolutely have to to pay the bills, but for mimimum wage? It was shit for me and is shit for those that do it.
And, we were told: 'keep smiling'!