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something incredibly rare occured today. i acutally sat down in front of this very computer at 2am and wrote three responce papers, all of which are due tomorrow. the rare part is that they are all completed and printed out sitting in my comm397T folder patiently awaiting to be handed in. i'm not going to claim these are even close to my best work, but i don't have to think about the horrible films, with the exception of vampires in havana, that i was forced to write about.
i went to work at faces for the third time today. i was suppossed to run the register in toys, but i ended up ringing up five people at most...some woman buying 3 ugly masks, and some old men with greeting cards. retail on a slow day is no fun. i got to put security tags on three giant racks of clothes, then they gave me a giant rack of merchandise to stock, which mostly consisted of sex related things like, "the dummy's guide to sex," and these weird massage kits, and a giant can filled with a lot of useless crap called, "the ultimate slumber party survial kit," i don't even want to know what must have been in there.
the highlight of my day was by far the middle aged jewish long island women trying on pink and purple spakley sunglasses and comenting on all the dorky t-shirts that had pms jokes on them. something about long island women with big hair saying in a very thick accent, "oh my god, these glasses are so fabulous" made me happy, even happier than when weezer came blaring out of the speakers for about 20 mintues, right after 20 minutes of prince...which was followed by the cars greatest hits. it was a good day musically.
i have become a regular on the pvta. usually it's just overflowing with smith girls visiting their amherst college boyfriends, but for some reason i found myself sandwitched between some crazy guy who i saw running around northampton all day with a fist full of razors, and this really old guy that was practically using my head as his own personal arm rest.
tomorrow is my day off, but i already feel this retail job becoming my life, i can only hope for everyone else's sake that this job does not become the extent of my personality.
i went to work at faces for the third time today. i was suppossed to run the register in toys, but i ended up ringing up five people at most...some woman buying 3 ugly masks, and some old men with greeting cards. retail on a slow day is no fun. i got to put security tags on three giant racks of clothes, then they gave me a giant rack of merchandise to stock, which mostly consisted of sex related things like, "the dummy's guide to sex," and these weird massage kits, and a giant can filled with a lot of useless crap called, "the ultimate slumber party survial kit," i don't even want to know what must have been in there.
the highlight of my day was by far the middle aged jewish long island women trying on pink and purple spakley sunglasses and comenting on all the dorky t-shirts that had pms jokes on them. something about long island women with big hair saying in a very thick accent, "oh my god, these glasses are so fabulous" made me happy, even happier than when weezer came blaring out of the speakers for about 20 mintues, right after 20 minutes of prince...which was followed by the cars greatest hits. it was a good day musically.
i have become a regular on the pvta. usually it's just overflowing with smith girls visiting their amherst college boyfriends, but for some reason i found myself sandwitched between some crazy guy who i saw running around northampton all day with a fist full of razors, and this really old guy that was practically using my head as his own personal arm rest.
tomorrow is my day off, but i already feel this retail job becoming my life, i can only hope for everyone else's sake that this job does not become the extent of my personality.