randomness
a day in the life at the republic....
so my manager has a bunch of pictures with her today. most of them are of people who work with us at BR - but some were of her and her boyfriend out on a friend's boat. as we're flipping through these pictures, she makes a comment about how she's gonna have to get this new guy to the gym because he's not cut. my other manager just looks at her and says (as he's carressing his torso/abdomen area) "you've been so spoiled. don't you know that the majority of the male population is like that guy. i mean, look at me and my perfectly chiseled ab." no - that's not a typo. the man definitely didn't say that he had sculpted abS... he said ab. as in singular - one - uno. i about DIED i laughed so hard.
so at BR - they've got us split into these "teams." basically it means that the manager we've been assigned to is our go-to if we have any problems or anything at the store. so my manager is the only gay man that works in the store (of the previously stated "ab" comment"). i was asking him what exactly these teams were for since it had not previously been explained to me. this is the reply i get "i'm the manager you come to if you have a problem with, if you have any questions.
basically - i'm your go-to person, kitten. i'm your man."
yes! i have a man.
although it is *slightly* sad that my man is a 24 year old gay manager at banana republic.
and that is the state of affairs in my world. sortof. but i'm still reeling from the most recent developments. meredith and/or katie - please contact me for more details.
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grr....