rich retired women made me feel like trash…….Nodstrom’s Department Store Job

I had reached a burn-out point in my life: I had been a middle-school teacher in the state of Florida, one of the worst educational systems in the U.S. and in the world. The children could not control themselves, classes were overcrowded, teachers told me to “cook the books,” administrators could not have cared less, and parents were working two and three jobs just to be able to afford the high cost of living in Florida.

I wanted a full-time job that wouldn’t be overly stressful but stable. I thought working at Nordstrom’s would fill that order. Yes, I took a substantial pay cut, but I knew beforehand and was ready. At least, I thought I was.

Right away, I could sense an elitism in the small department where I worked. I was the only man in a department of three other women, including the supervisor, who was very cold and mistrustful from the first day. They only spoke amongst each other, and would regularly stop speaking whenever I entered the work area. They would go out with each other after and before work, even carpool. Everyone had been over to the supervisor’s home and were even running errands for her; except me.

After several months, I realized that all of my co-workers were filthy rich. One woman had a rich computer-programmer husband, who paid all the bills. Whatever she earned, was for dates and clothes and jewelry. She regularly flaunted her superficial monetary wealth, bragging about the new diamond rings she’d order or the expensive car she just bought. The other ladies were rich retirees; and the supervisor, bragged about her income and always parked by the front door of the store in her mammoth S.U.V.

Initially, I felt like garbage. The boss was ignoring me regularly and not including me in outside activities that everyone else was included in, and they’d stop speaking when I arrived. Information the others saw was often tucked away when I showed up for work. They’d invited each other to each other’s homes or out to eat at fancy restaurants and not say anything to me, as if I weren’t even there.

Gradually, the boss began to give me more and more work to do and increased responsibility, with no raise or recognition. She’d look over my shoulder for any mistake, and completely overlook anything any of the women did. They could be very casual with her and even refuse to do certain things; but when I tried to do anything like that, she’d look at me as if I’d beheaded a baby.

I could tell my days were numbered after a few weeks of this type of treatment. Sure enough, a month or two after this new store was opened, I was told that I just wouldn’t be needed. Other employees who weren’t needed were transferred to other departments. I was told there were no other openings in any other department, clearly a lie-especially when you consider Nordstrom’s at this location is a huge, two-story store with very regular employee rotation. So I was let go with no notice of any kind and not a drop of care.

When members of the Nordstrom family came to the store for its opening, we were all told we had to wear expensive-looking suits and ties. If we didn’t have such clothes, we were looked at and treated like lepers. The Nordstrom family members, of course, never acknowledged most of us or even looked in our direction. They never addressed anyone other than the chief managers. Then they had the gall to give group presentations on how great we should feel to work for them and how unique a retailer they are.

The whole time I was there, rich retired women made me feel like trash. They flaunted their rings and designer clothes and giant S.U.V.s and the fact that none of them needed the money they made. The clothes were ridiculously over-priced and the customer care they state is so superior, is nothing more than just common. An old man plays piano when you enter the store and sometimes employees had to pass out our dourves to customers entering the store. That’s it. You could buy the same clothes at Wal-Mart for more than eighty percent less. The shoes, which are supposed to be so great…I bought better ones for more than half the price at Sears.

Nordstrom’s made me feel devalued, unappreciateed, unprofessional, stupid, and worthless. Since that experience, I’ve never returned to a Nordstrom’s store and would never shop in one and tell everyone I know never to go into one of their stores.

Why would anyone want to shop in a Nordstrom’s store, except to try to show off how rich they are to Nordstrom employees, who all laugh at how the rich spend such huge sums of money on their over-priced clothes? It was all a wasted effort in seeking stability in an environment overwhelmed with greed, lust, callousness, superficiality, and vanity. I truly wish I’d never wasted any time working there and had never heard of the stupid chain.