The life of a sex shop worker (part one)

When I left my partner with our son, for the first time in a long time I found myself completely broke and trying to make ends meet on government benefits. It was hard. Eventually I got to thinking that there was no way Master three and a half and I could go on like this forever, so I decided to go and do a computer degree so I could get some work in that industry. I started school and he went into daycare. A couple of months later a friend of mine offered me a job managing a car yard he was soon going to open. I would take home $600 a week in my hand. I was ecstatic and agreed. At this time I also had a friend from the internet staying with me. I figured seeing I was going to be starting full time work soon, I could quit school and spend a bit of extra time with him before I started work. So I did.

I stopped paying a lot of the bills so that my friend and I could go and do a few things, and I thought that once I started working and bringing in some money I could catch up on those bills. I was only a month behind…..

Well a couple weeks turned into a couple Months. Eventually the friend that offered me the job told me the yard had fallen through and there was no job. I was devastated. I went to my mums place and cried. I pretty much hit rock bottom at that point in my life. I was in the exact place I swore I would never be in. When I turned 18 I swore to myself I would never be a single mother, on a pension ,in debt and with a hopeless outlook for the future. Sitting at my mum’s kitchen table, crying into my coffee I realised that’s exactly where I was.

I decided I HAD to get a job. Going back to finish this course was out of the question. I had to many bills to pay and no money coming in. I don’t know what possessed me at that point to ring another friend of mine, but I did.

The friend I rang worked for a chain of sex shops in the city I live in. He kind of stumbled into the job and 4 years down the track was managing a store and was on good money And seemed to be enjoying it. I rang him and asked if he knew of any jobs going at any of the stores. Fate was on my side they were hiring that day. He told me to bring down a resume.

I went down to his store where head office was also situated. I had been to see him before at work so walking in there didn’t phase me in the slightest. Walking in there from a potential employees point of view did. I looked at the whips hanging off the wall next to the nipple clamps and the dog collars, and an item of leather and chains that I had no idea what you would possible do with. I looked at the display of the long clear plastic cylinders with pumps attached to them – and I didn’t have a clue. Along another wall were phallic like objects, hundreds of them, all in different shapes and sizes and colours, with probey bits sticking off them and knobs and buttons, one was 12 inches long I kid you not! All I could thinks was “And people do WHAT with THAT?!” Along the back wall was a display of dolls in boxes, Miss Milk Maid, Miss Cheerleader, Miss world, Nicky, Asian teen – mental pictures ran through my head like a video and I couldn’t find the stop button!

I handed in my resume and left. I got home and wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into…..