retail wasteland
So. Tired. Today was the first of my four days of eight-and-a-half-hour shifts at Kohl's, and it felt like all thirty-four hours at once (I'm so mathematically incompetent tired that I initially wrote twenty-six hours instead). I got up at six after barely sleeping -- I kept having weird dreams, the only thing about them I can remember was that my friend Amanda was there and there was some sort of altercation with someone who was trying to rob our house... I don't know, but I kept waking up and rolling over and trying again. This was unfortunate as I already have some sort of strange internal alarm set for mornings that I need to wake up early. This alarm wakes me up every half hour throughout the night until I give up two hours before I actually need to be awake and just watch TV. I imagine it is my inner Punctual Pete working overtime to make sure I get up for work. Thanks, Pete, but do me a favor and punch out.
Fortunately, due to the extreme snowfall building up over the weekend (my dad, and the father of every other under-the-age-of-twenty-five working, drove me so I wouldn't kill myself in my impractical shiny sports car), work was more interesting because everyone got to bitch about the weather, the roads, the parking lot, the fact the store opened at six a.m., and the realization that they were standing in the Misses section wearing business casual, not lying in their beds wearing flannel pajamas. The time went pretty fast because while we were standing there, doing all this bitching about being at work, we were, in fact, not really working much. The running joke was that today we would see who could go the longest without actually being productive. Unfortunately, I lost.
I just love the people I work with, too -- I like all the adults/supervisors/managers because they tend to be happy and in good moods, and they're always reasonable, or at least realistic as far as expectations for workload go. And I absolutely love the other kids I work with because they always like to chat and make fun of the ugly clothes, but they get their work done, too, and I never feel like I'm always pulling extra weight (which I hate).
Hopefully I got this cut right -- I spent so long trying to figure it out last night, and then when I finally did I accidentally hit 'copy' instead of 'paste' and deleted the meme I was trying to post, so I threw my computer across the room calmly turned my computer off and went to bed.
I'm pretty excited because, as everyone knows, Kohl's has fucking awesome prices, especially this time of year. Today, I bought a new winter coat for thirty dollars (!) . I'm really excited about this coat because the only winter coat I have is a really nice wool pea coat that's just too... nice for everyday wear, and it's a little heavier/bulkier than I'd like for jumping into the car and running errands, or even riding on the subway. But this new coat is a dark brown corderoy, coudoroy, courderoy (despite prolific reading of the children's book about the teddybear named after the aforementioned fabric, I cannot actually spell the word), on the short side, with just simple pockets and a fuzzy, dark brown fluff in the hood. Nothing on the outside, no fur, and it's just courderoy and lining, so I can wear it with sweaters (I tend to be a layers person). www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/womens/coats/lightweight/PRD~364225/SONOMA+life+++style+Hooded+Corduroy+Jacket.jsp
CORDUROY ! FUCKING STUPIDEST WORD I'VE EVER SEEN...
It definitely looks better in person, but whatever. And the color in no way reminds me of any kind of putty. This was also a special occasion because I got to buy a new hat, scarf and gloves to match. We have a rule at my house about buying scarves and whatnot because we have OHMYGODSOMANYSCARVES that if you know what's good for you you'll just pick one out of the damn box. But... all the scarves/gloves/hats/kitchensinks/etc we have are for black/gray coats, and my new coat is brown! Plus, everything at Kohl's is like, fifty percent off right now, so the hat and scarf were only eight each, and the gloves were only two dollars. Fucking awesome.
Fortunately, due to the extreme snowfall building up over the weekend (my dad, and the father of every other under-the-age-of-twenty-five working, drove me so I wouldn't kill myself in my impractical shiny sports car), work was more interesting because everyone got to bitch about the weather, the roads, the parking lot, the fact the store opened at six a.m., and the realization that they were standing in the Misses section wearing business casual, not lying in their beds wearing flannel pajamas. The time went pretty fast because while we were standing there, doing all this bitching about being at work, we were, in fact, not really working much. The running joke was that today we would see who could go the longest without actually being productive. Unfortunately, I lost.
I just love the people I work with, too -- I like all the adults/supervisors/managers because they tend to be happy and in good moods, and they're always reasonable, or at least realistic as far as expectations for workload go. And I absolutely love the other kids I work with because they always like to chat and make fun of the ugly clothes, but they get their work done, too, and I never feel like I'm always pulling extra weight (which I hate).
Hopefully I got this cut right -- I spent so long trying to figure it out last night, and then when I finally did I accidentally hit 'copy' instead of 'paste' and deleted the meme I was trying to post, so I threw my computer across the room calmly turned my computer off and went to bed.
I'm pretty excited because, as everyone knows, Kohl's has fucking awesome prices, especially this time of year. Today, I bought a new winter coat for thirty dollars (!) . I'm really excited about this coat because the only winter coat I have is a really nice wool pea coat that's just too... nice for everyday wear, and it's a little heavier/bulkier than I'd like for jumping into the car and running errands, or even riding on the subway. But this new coat is a dark brown corderoy, coudoroy, courderoy (despite prolific reading of the children's book about the teddybear named after the aforementioned fabric, I cannot actually spell the word), on the short side, with just simple pockets and a fuzzy, dark brown fluff in the hood. Nothing on the outside, no fur, and it's just courderoy and lining, so I can wear it with sweaters (I tend to be a layers person). www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/womens/coats/lightweight/PRD~364225/SONOMA+life+++style+Hooded+Corduroy+Jacket.jsp
CORDUROY ! FUCKING STUPIDEST WORD I'VE EVER SEEN...
It definitely looks better in person, but whatever. And the color in no way reminds me of any kind of putty. This was also a special occasion because I got to buy a new hat, scarf and gloves to match. We have a rule at my house about buying scarves and whatnot because we have OHMYGODSOMANYSCARVES that if you know what's good for you you'll just pick one out of the damn box. But... all the scarves/gloves/hats/kitchensinks/etc we have are for black/gray coats, and my new coat is brown! Plus, everything at Kohl's is like, fifty percent off right now, so the hat and scarf were only eight each, and the gloves were only two dollars. Fucking awesome.