Personal Narrative: Welcome To Charlotte Russe
It was a Saturday Night, we were starting to get a bit busy. Apparently, there was a college party that night, we had a lot of college women doing last minute shopping for attention seeking outfits. There was four of us working that night, Jaime, the manager, Jessica, working shoes, Heather on the register, and myself in the front/greeter. Now when we had people in the store that look suspicious or ones we know that steal we call them friends through our headsets.
Midway into our shift about 7:30 pm, I had greeted a group of five ladies, “hello welcome to Charlotte Russe,” no response. I noticed two of them carrying very large totes and the moment they walked in they split into two different groups.
I spoke to my headset, “two possible groups