So I have three heads, at least they all have cute faces, damnit!
What is it with all the people I encountered today? Looking at me as
though I were some kind of freak with three heads. Yeah that's right,
three! All of which have pretty faces! Wish I had three asses,
then I'd make you kiss them all, bitches!
I was busy.
Running into the doctor's office, then out and about shopping (all the Limited Brands sales, to be exact) then I was off to work with the kiddies. I guess I was dealing with more people than usual, thus, increasing the probability of running into lousy customer service/ interpersonal skills.
The problem might actually be the fact that I still feel like I'm a retail associate, therefore thinking I can still have a witty conversation about the woes of retail with other sales associates. I like to pull the whole, "I know how you feel" bit. The associates were like hollow, vacant, shells of boringness. I must have sounded like such an ass. Probably, the Sisters of Retail can tell (telepathically of course) whether or not you are in the cool club.
Apparently I've been out of the loop too long (not using a folding board, or ringing-up post-holiday returns will do that to you) Now, when I try to commiserate with my Sisters of Retail, they think I'm a bitch.
Whatever. I'm funny, and empathetic. Be glad I didn't boss you around, make you do a cash return and yell at you for your stupidity. Of course I want to keep the hangers, with what other devise do you recommend I use to gouge your eyes out?
I was busy.
Running into the doctor's office, then out and about shopping (all the Limited Brands sales, to be exact) then I was off to work with the kiddies. I guess I was dealing with more people than usual, thus, increasing the probability of running into lousy customer service/ interpersonal skills.
The problem might actually be the fact that I still feel like I'm a retail associate, therefore thinking I can still have a witty conversation about the woes of retail with other sales associates. I like to pull the whole, "I know how you feel" bit. The associates were like hollow, vacant, shells of boringness. I must have sounded like such an ass. Probably, the Sisters of Retail can tell (telepathically of course) whether or not you are in the cool club.
Apparently I've been out of the loop too long (not using a folding board, or ringing-up post-holiday returns will do that to you) Now, when I try to commiserate with my Sisters of Retail, they think I'm a bitch.
Whatever. I'm funny, and empathetic. Be glad I didn't boss you around, make you do a cash return and yell at you for your stupidity. Of course I want to keep the hangers, with what other devise do you recommend I use to gouge your eyes out?