Prepare to be micromanaged within an inch of your life. If your metrics drop, it’s always you, the stylist, at fault, never mind the cheap crap clothes or the poor inventory.
Prepare to have three emails a day telling you where you’re going wrong, from people you don’t know and have never spoken to before.
Prepare to have unreasonable daily targets and be made to feel like garbage when you don’t meet them. Every minute of your shift has to be spent styling. You need a cup of tea? Trip to the loo? You’ve got to clock out for that, darling! Imagine if they made you do that at an on-site job!
Prepare for toxic positivity. They bang on about diversity and wanting people to feel “seen” and “heard” (vom) but they don’t want any feedback about how to make the job less stressful. They don’t want to hear that you’re struggling. They’ll tell you how it’s your fault.
Prepare for the goalposts to be moved constantly. They’re always fiddling about with their systems and ways of measuring things. They call it adaptability, I say they’re incompetent.
Prepare for the system to be down, or slow, or buggy on a weekly basis. Prepare for it to still be your fault if you don’t reach your styling targets.
