Corporate America has done it again. The birth of Target was the creation of the best all-purpose outlet store and all of us pretending Walmart doesn't exist. There's just something about walking in there that makes you want to walk around and buy absolutely everything. You can basically build a life out of Target. They have clothes, shoes, food, medicine, and these jars that are shaped like owls in the home decor section. All the basic necessities needed for survival.

So thank you to everyone who works there because you are keeping a very important business alive and are actually quite lucky to work at one of my favorite places on earth. Everyone hates working, but maybe if I worked at Target, I honestly wouldn't mind it that much. So thanks for sorting and folding all the clothes because a majority of my wardrobe consists of clothes I bought at Target (#glamlife). Thanks for working at check-out and turning on the "15 items or less" light when I really need it the most and don't want to wait behind all the people with full carts. Thanks for cart wrangling because, honestly, that job looks terrible. Thanks for setting up all the holiday displays because Target always has really on-point holiday displays. Obviously, the stores wouldn't be what they are without the people who keep them running, and honestly, it's just important to respect people who work in retail. Shout-out to you, troopers.

I hope Target treats you well because you deserve it. There's no way Target is ever not busy, so it probably takes a lot to get through one shift. Just keep in mind you're doing it for a great cause and you at least know one person appreciates it.

I went to Target once and bought a shirt that said "pugs and kisses" and had a picture of a pug in a heart on it. It wasn't for me -- it was a joke present for someone for Valentine's Day. When I got to the register, the cashier literally said to me, "Wow, this shirt is so stupid." Obviously it is. We all know that. But did he know my intentions for giving this to someone as a joke? No! What if it was for me? What if I choose to express myself through the phrase "pugs and kisses"? He didn't even consider that. He just gave me his unwarranted opinion like he thought I cared. His hair was longer than mine and his name tag said Jesse. Jesse had no sense of humor behind his dead Hot Topic eyes, and I decided to feel bad for him rather than get mad. That was a pretty intense experience, but it never tarnished my opinion about Target or really anyone else who works there. I won't let Jesse ruin it for the rest of you.

So if you do receive your paychecks from Target and you own that red polo, always remember to keep doing what you're doing and to not be a Jesse. Thank you for representing one of the best companies in the world (the best except for that credit-card hack thing, but it's OK).