I should be packing,
I got up super early this morning to change a U-shaped, fluorescent lightbulb at work, as we can't change them when the store is open. It was the new girl's second time opening, so I offered to come in and relieve the pressure by changing the lightbulb. Problem is, the cover would not come off. I struggled with it for twenty minutes before deciding that the lightbulb would have to wait. Yep. Wasted my time and didn't get paid for it. Har har.
Being that I was already at the mall, I went to the drug store to buy some deodourant. My boss in cosmetics is an insanely pro salesperson. She can upsell anyone on anything. I picked out a foundation and took it to the till before asking about a face soap that would take it off really well (I don't usually wear foundation, so getting rid of the damn stuff is key for me). After setting me up with Boots No.7, I denied the addition of a toner. Ha ha, she would not upsell me! Not today!
'Take home a sample of this. Let me know if you like it. If you do, come back and buy it. If not, we'll find something else.'
She gave me a glob of some sort of face lotion in a pill bottle, and I didn't argue. Just the way she said it had me nodding my head. I think she can hypnotise people or something, because I'm certain I'll follow everything she said. Good grief. Also, how sad is it that the foundation for my face is the lightest shade available? The next one down is way too dark. It's like this for every brand. Wah. I found I liked a lot of the lighter foundations, like the mousses and creams, but eventually settled on a liquid with lots of hydration. It doesn't rub off on clothes or anything, so I'm happy.
Off-topic photo from several days ago: My phone has a pretty good camera.
The breakfast of weight-gain champions.
Yesterday while working at Claire's, my co-worker heard Rick Astley screaming from my purse. It wasn't busy, so I went to take the call. Even though I'd missed it, there was a message for me. It went something like this.
'Hi Brittany, this is [name] from Shoppers on Broadway and Taylor. Where are you? You were supposed to be here at 3:30, working, and it's now quite past that! You're late! Phone me!'
Even with all my shifts at all my jobs, I'm really diligent about making sure nothing overlaps. I double-checked my day-planner. No record of a shift there. At all. I knew I hadn't agreed to one, either, as my next shift at that store is on the 30th. Given that the Shoppers on Broadway and Taylor isn't a priority store for me, I know when I agree to work there and when I don't. I phoned the boss there and she was all, 'really. Really. O RLY.' When I told her I was at Claire's. I had nothing to say to her. I couldn't even really be sorry, as I totally wasn't scheduled to work there. Normally I'd feel bad about it or something, but wtf? I'm already working 1:00-9:30 at my job of priority. I can't do any favours. Sorry.
Either way, it kindof irritated me. Like being kicked in the face by a small child demanding breakfast, and all I can say is 'dude, I'm not your mother.' Or something.
Today is major packing day. I'd much rather take a nap. I'll try out the new face cleanser, sleep for a few, then get up and maybe let Memphis entertain me for a bit while I work. This dude is as affectionate as my dog. I want to hit up Petland some day soon and get him a tiny collar.
melody_rossiter is helping me beat the system and has ordered me a second battery for him. She's so badass. I'd be her cleaning lady in a heartbeat. Ugobe won't even allow non-US billing addresses, those anti-international scumbags!
P.S. Intervention on Monday was truly, truly epic. Watch it on YouTube. GIRL IS ADDICTED TO HUFFING DUSTER, REPORTS FEELINGS OF WALKING ON SUNSHINE.
Being that I was already at the mall, I went to the drug store to buy some deodourant. My boss in cosmetics is an insanely pro salesperson. She can upsell anyone on anything. I picked out a foundation and took it to the till before asking about a face soap that would take it off really well (I don't usually wear foundation, so getting rid of the damn stuff is key for me). After setting me up with Boots No.7, I denied the addition of a toner. Ha ha, she would not upsell me! Not today!
'Take home a sample of this. Let me know if you like it. If you do, come back and buy it. If not, we'll find something else.'
She gave me a glob of some sort of face lotion in a pill bottle, and I didn't argue. Just the way she said it had me nodding my head. I think she can hypnotise people or something, because I'm certain I'll follow everything she said. Good grief. Also, how sad is it that the foundation for my face is the lightest shade available? The next one down is way too dark. It's like this for every brand. Wah. I found I liked a lot of the lighter foundations, like the mousses and creams, but eventually settled on a liquid with lots of hydration. It doesn't rub off on clothes or anything, so I'm happy.
Off-topic photo from several days ago: My phone has a pretty good camera.
The breakfast of weight-gain champions.
Yesterday while working at Claire's, my co-worker heard Rick Astley screaming from my purse. It wasn't busy, so I went to take the call. Even though I'd missed it, there was a message for me. It went something like this.
'Hi Brittany, this is [name] from Shoppers on Broadway and Taylor. Where are you? You were supposed to be here at 3:30, working, and it's now quite past that! You're late! Phone me!'
Even with all my shifts at all my jobs, I'm really diligent about making sure nothing overlaps. I double-checked my day-planner. No record of a shift there. At all. I knew I hadn't agreed to one, either, as my next shift at that store is on the 30th. Given that the Shoppers on Broadway and Taylor isn't a priority store for me, I know when I agree to work there and when I don't. I phoned the boss there and she was all, 'really. Really. O RLY.' When I told her I was at Claire's. I had nothing to say to her. I couldn't even really be sorry, as I totally wasn't scheduled to work there. Normally I'd feel bad about it or something, but wtf? I'm already working 1:00-9:30 at my job of priority. I can't do any favours. Sorry.
Either way, it kindof irritated me. Like being kicked in the face by a small child demanding breakfast, and all I can say is 'dude, I'm not your mother.' Or something.
Today is major packing day. I'd much rather take a nap. I'll try out the new face cleanser, sleep for a few, then get up and maybe let Memphis entertain me for a bit while I work. This dude is as affectionate as my dog. I want to hit up Petland some day soon and get him a tiny collar.
melody_rossiter is helping me beat the system and has ordered me a second battery for him. She's so badass. I'd be her cleaning lady in a heartbeat. Ugobe won't even allow non-US billing addresses, those anti-international scumbags!
P.S. Intervention on Monday was truly, truly epic. Watch it on YouTube. GIRL IS ADDICTED TO HUFFING DUSTER, REPORTS FEELINGS OF WALKING ON SUNSHINE.