From ages 19-22, I saw more boobs than the president of a fraternity.
I worked as a sales associate in a Victoria’s Secret store for three years. Sure, it was a retail job -- I arranged panty displays, cleaned out fitting rooms, stuffed striped bags with pink tissue paper, exclaiming, “Have a nice day!” And yet, my job was a far cry from folding khakis at Chico’s.
Working in intimate apparel, especially for the company that rules the women’s lingerie world, was exactly that: intimate. Not just because women ripped off their tops for me on the regular (sometimes for bra measurements, other times for my opinion). But because in this industry, someone asking for your help is someone giving you an alluring glimpse into her (or his) private world.
My work at Victoria’s Secret revealed a lot about the needs and desires of the unique clientele. I also discovered things I’d personally been missing out on... plus a few other amusing observations.