Retail sucks.
But that's a given, and not what I'm here to complain about today, though I'm sure I'll rant about it eventually. Especially after the twelve-hour day I worked yesterday. But alas, I digress. I'm actually here to wonder just who in the fuck thought it would be a good idea for women's dress slacks to have either a single tiny vestigal pocket in the back, or no pockets at all. Men's pants have pockets, as a general rule. Why don't women's? Maybe it's something to do with the different way women's pants fit, because of the difference in build? I don't know. I think it's fucking idiotic is what it is. All I want is a place to carry my damn eyedrops around, and my watch when I have to take it off, so I don't have to run all the way bloody upstairs to put things in my employee locker. It just doesn't make sense.
Yeeeeah, that's my rant for the night. I'd have more to say, but the honey-dijon chicken waits for no man. Or woman, for that matter. Speaking of, I'd better go start that rice.
Maybe I'll mix a rum & coke. Only they don't taste so good with Diet Coke.
Meh. Mint tea it is. Delicious mint tea with half a metric ton of sugar. Mmmmm.
On an up note, tonight is Smallville and Supernatural. Woot, TV.
Anyhow, toodles.
Yeeeeah, that's my rant for the night. I'd have more to say, but the honey-dijon chicken waits for no man. Or woman, for that matter. Speaking of, I'd better go start that rice.
Maybe I'll mix a rum & coke. Only they don't taste so good with Diet Coke.
Meh. Mint tea it is. Delicious mint tea with half a metric ton of sugar. Mmmmm.
On an up note, tonight is Smallville and Supernatural. Woot, TV.
Anyhow, toodles.