Frickin' Macy's, man. After a fruitless yet terrifying trip to Century 21 with Jen, I decided to brave Macy's alone. In search of an off-white sweater, something blue, and perhaps other such career-wear, I instead met with a massive evacuation due to a small fire. No kidding, read all about it here: Read more... )

I failed to mention (what with all the thesising) that Macy's was VERY interested in my online complaint and the manager of the entire Harold Square flagship store called to assure me that dude would be seriously reprimanded, if not fired. They were investigating his character by conducting interviews and collecting written reports from various ( Read more... )

Boy did I NOT have the time of my life yesterday while shopping at Macy's. First: I hate shopping; I'm a search-and-destroy kind of person and I resent having to poke around for the one thing I need among various other items that are supposed to capture my fancy and money. Also, why the hell do sizes vary from store to store? That is pure evil ( Read more... )