Jan 15, 2009 11:03
I'm exhausted today. In every possible way, and all I want is to eat enormous amounts of food and lounge around in bed.
Ms Hell-bitch a.k.a Visual Merchandiser is coming in today to order me around and tell me where to put insanely heavy Maniquins only to decide they don't look "quite right" and tell me to move them again.
All this has to be done of course whilst wearing heels, a skirt and makeup. God forbid I look like shit whilst feeling like it.
Yes, she is greek. And blonde, and loud and bossy and plays zorba music at 5000 decibles, whilst talking to her friend Effie on her mobile almost as loudly.
On Saturday no less than 45 mins before my shift ended (and i'd been up for 36 hours) she came waltzing in without any notice and decided "we" were going to pull the entire store apart and re vamp.
Fucking *TWITCH*
So I was sweating away in the windows battling spider webs and 18 years worth of dust while she watched.
And as per usual I smiled and did whatever she asked and hoped she would drop dead instantaneously.
I thought retail was meant to be better than hospitality and sales!
So tonight I plan to get royally fucked up with keli and do some angsty artwork in protest of the world.