It's beginning...

The flag tee's with STAFF printed largely across the back.
The way too many amount of new co-workers that think I'm more new to the job than them, due to my countless absences during softball season.
The millions of flip-flops strewn across the floor.
The random occurrence of the partner-less shoe.
The sun still up at closing time.
The struggle with hangers not because the wide necked sweaters never stay on, but because the small strap dresses enjoy entangling themselves with one another.
The pure confusion when searching for the home of a random t-shirt.
The newfangled ugly designed clothes we are all positive were designed by children or drugged adults.

It's beginning.

The summer at Old Navy