Tired of Selling Dreams

I know I shouldn't complain about my job because it's just temporary and helps me pay rent. But sometimes I get so tired of selling dreams to people who think a new phone or outfit will fix their lives. It's like, they walk in here all glum and then the moment they leave with something shiny, suddenly they're better? Today was particularly tough, had this one customer come in just as I was about to clock out and wanted to try on every single pair of shoes we have for over an hour. By the time she left, my feet hurt, and I felt like crying because all I wanted was a moment to myself before going home to my tiny apartment where I'll spend another lonely night scrolling through social media, seeing everyone else's 'perfect' life while I'm here working until 9 PM every day just to keep up with bills. And it doesn't help that the guy in customer service keeps flirting with me even though he knows I have a boyfriend, why does this happen to me? Oh wait, maybe because he thinks I'll be easier to score if my bf isn't around all the time, which is sad but true.