I am a consumer whore! And how!
So, this is probably the sort of thing you shouldn't say out loud, but man... I saw some ugly people at the mall today. I mean, uuugly. Like, trying-not-to-stare, what-is-wrong-with-your-face ugly.
The freezer broke last night, so the freezer guy came in to take another look at it today. While waiting for it to defrost, he decided to oggle some of the women passing by.
Freezer Guy: "Man, you must be willing to work for free, watching all these hot women walk by."
Me: "Eh, they're not all hot."
Freezer Guy: "Ah, you got to go to Eastview Mall. All the hot women are at Eastview Mall."
Me: "Yeah. Well, I'll ask about a transfer."
Anyway, they brought a former manager, Michelle, back to work. Not sure if I like her. She has this weird, "I used to be a manager" air of superiority about her. Plus, there's the fact that she called in sick to her second day of work. Bill was pretty pissed about that.
Maybe I'm just prejudiced, though, because her arrival means my schedule has changed. I somehow ended up working less hours, but more painful shifts. I used to work from 3-10 one day, then get up and do the opening shift from 9:30-2. Not fun, but now it's worse. Now, it's from 2-10, and then 9:30-4 the next day. Ugh.
There is an upside, though. I have both Sunday and Monday off, sort of almost a real weekend. If you'd like to do something with me Saturday night, Sunday or Monday, I'm totally game.