So since June 25th, 2012 (the day after Utah's state holiday Pioneer Day), I've been working at the LDS Church-owned second-hand thrift store Deseret Industries (nicknamed "DI" here in Utah) as a large item and clothes associate, as well as a cashier. And it being a minimum wage job (essentially, it's supposed to be a "training job" where you gain experience until you can get back on your feet and find another job), it's had its ups and its downs. The downs are that the labor is exhausting (massive piles of clothes to sort through and carry, and walking up and down the store repeatedly), the customers act like the store is a combination daycare and messy bedroom (nobody picks up anything, expecting us to be their moms), and the "inoffensive" oldies music is aggravating.
One of the positive sides to my job are some of the customers. I especially adore the poor, hard-working refugees and immigrants who come to my store. Below the fold, I'll mention some of the folks who come here.