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Mon, 20 May 2013 07:40:25 -0400

Things I come across while cleaning my bookshelf out.

Mon, 20 May 2013 01:29:11 -0400

- A planner from 2007-2008. With 207B Kasling Hall written in and all of my concerts and classes from my first semester of college and only semester at Fredonia. Not sure why I saved it this long, but it did make me smile before I tossed it to the trash can.
- a belated (by nearly a year) 21st birthday card from Aunt Char that came to me less than a few months before her death. The words were beyond sweet when I received it…they mean even more now.
- A college graduation card from another aunt and uncle which still contains $20. Sweet! I thought I’d spent everything they gave me. Apparently I stashed some away for later use Hahah.
- a few of the gifts that came with that 21st birthday card. I still can’t bring myself to use the thank you cards she gave me with the Eiffel Tower on them. If you ever receive one from me, they’re simple and have “merci” scrawled in small cursive print…you’ll know you are incredibly special.
- an instruction booklet for my….wait for it…..Black.berry.storm. yep. You know. The one I destroyed in a monsoon circaaaa 2010? The brick that made me want a dumb phone back rather than risk another smart phone. Ahhh, Storm. RIP.
- a bunch of batteries in Ziplocs…most of them surrounded with acid…oops.
- Rubber earbud covers. In various sizes. For who knows which earbuds? Come to think of it, I couldn’t even tell you where a pair of earbuds is in my house. Guess It’s a good thing I have an iPod dock. Thanks, UB contest.
- My Fredcard.
- a tiny Rubiks cube. I believe I bought it from a gumball machine in France. It remains untouched or I would never solve it.
- An address book containing most of my middle school classmates’ AIM/AOL usernames which could now be used for spectacular blackmail.
- A book for internet passwords and organizing webpages which would be equally entertaining as blackmail against me.
- a boatload of buttons from clothes.
- something I bought as a gift for Nicholas a year ago and managed to misplace. I’ll save it for an appropriate time.

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Sun, 19 May 2013 22:50:07 -0400

awkwardvagina: one time my friend asked me to make a playlist for a road trip because their car...

Sun, 19 May 2013 22:48:05 -0400

awkwardvagina:

one time my friend asked me to make a playlist for a road trip because their car radio didnt work so i made one that consisted of 14 different versions of party in the usa and long story short im not trusted with bringing music anymore

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Sun, 19 May 2013 15:20:28 -0400

I need this advice. Now, more than ever.

Sun, 19 May 2013 07:40:08 -0400

I need this advice. Now, more than ever.

Things that happened during my shift today. Slash yesterday since it's 1am. Whatver.

Sun, 19 May 2013 01:39:57 -0400

Timmy Ho’s had the best soup ever on the menu and I ordered it.
Some little shithead had the nerve to stand in my way as I tried to leave and sarcastically say “THANK you for taking forever!” as if I’d ordered coffee for the entire staff of a department store or something.
A group of little bitches pushed me from my spot where I was straightening the undie table and proceeded to absolutely WRECK the side and a half that I’d already straightened. By the way, the one side (6 rows, each with 9 different undie piles, each pile containing 15-30 pairs of undies) took me an hour and a half to straighten, and the TWO rows of (again 9 different colors) thongs I’d done on the side I was working on at the time had taken me 45 minutes to get through just those two rows. And I still had 4 rows to do. These bitches destroyed allllllllllllll of the piles. Clawed. Like animals. I wanted to cry. Literally. Then I started fixing drawers just so I had an excuse to stand there and stare them down (because I tried to ask “What size can I grab you?” “Can I grab those for you?” and they kept shooting me down) and they then took to making heaps out of the drawers. I straightened like 5,000 pairs of underwear (literally) for NOTHING once they got to them. Ughhhhhh.
One of my coworkers continued the “let’s be a bitch to Ali” saga. Everything I say or do, she has a nasty retort for. I don’t understand what I did to make her hate me, but she apparently does. She thinks it’s hilarious when I make comments about needing someone else to straighten things because my wrist is “in a lot of pain” to come back with “Oh, suck it up. You’re fine!” Scuse me, child. You know nothing about what this feels like. You go home to play with your dog. I go home and ice my wrist and cry. Fuck you. I’m not fine. And your laziness along with everyone else’s around this joint is the reason why I have this tendonitis in the first place. How about we ALL put in the same amount of effort?
One of the girls who hasn’t worked a whole lot of shifts said to me “This is just such a good job. I love it here. It’s really a great place to work.” and I couldn’t help but think “Aw, I used to say that too sweetie. Wait till you get jaded. It becomes real fun.” Of course what I actually said was “I know what you mean, it really is fun.” Can’t go putting despair into a 17-year-old’s head, now can I?
One of my favorite customers (Michelle) came in and teased me because she stopped in last night but I wasn’t working. She brought a bra back that she purchased a few weeks ago at my suggestion. She usually gets a different style and she didn’t have time to try the new one on that day, so I promised her that if she wore it and hated it, I’d let her return it. She tried it, didn’t like it, and I kept my word. I feel like making decisions like this are one of the few perks I enjoy about being management. It is up to me to say sure, I’ll give you the refund. i mean, it’s not like she tried to pull a fast one on us and pretend she hadn’t worn it or that it was broken when she bought it or any of the usual crap we see.
A customer said she needed a strapless bra (She took two steps into the store, stopped, looked at me, and exclaimed “Strapless bra! *awkward pause* Please.” When I pointed out the different options, she replied (in front of her 10 month old daughter) “What the fuck’s the difference?” Well, alright. Not our usual interaction with customers, but whatever.
I wished on my break that I had more time to chat with my boyfriend and make my day a little better.
We sold out of our gift with purchase.
We exceeded our credit goal for the entire week with flying colors for the first time I can ever remember. 3.4% apps to trans. What the hell? Never. Happens.
Taylor and I spent a lot of time laughing and chatting while straightening as we closed.
We made our goal for the day by less than $10. We were just TEN CENTS short of making our day when the last customer left, so Taylor bought sunglasses. Way to save the day, Tay.
We got a lot of customer compliments.
We let our last three customers stay nearly half an hour after we closed. They’re the only reason we made our day, and we had plenty of cleaning to do before we could leave anyway so I was fine with it.
Five people cut us off in the time it took us to get from the thruway exit to my entrance of the mall. Idiots. Plenty of illegal lane changes at the last second and dumbasses who think it’s okay to make a left turn out of the right lane and slam on the brakes immediately after turning a blind corner.
Someone called for my help by saying “Pssssst.” and then saying “Over here!” when I began looking around. Ridiculous.
Ali’s resentment for her current job grew tenfold.