DIE HIPSTERS DIE
Out of desperation I applied and have been hired at Target in Northgate. As cynical as I can be, my first impression was, "Holy crap, these people seem genuinely nice! Wait a minuet, what's going on?" As you can see by the time that impression had finished it had turned to paranoia. At Old Navy I had this overlying sense of, "OLD NAVY WANTS TO KILL YOU DEAD WITH FIRE," even though I apparently was doing my job well. You'd think a company that owns Banana Republic, Gap, and Old Navy would be more organized and vying to keep its employees. That just isn't the case so I was startled upon receiving, "OMGBBQ we're so glad to have you" at Target.
My first day of actual work was yesterday and I "learned" to use the register though I'm not entirely assured of my ability. The customers really tried their best to break me in, too. I got all sorts of odd payments to sort through: Oregon citizen tax exempt, gift registries, gift receipts, and Red Card purchases. While I'm okay with using the register I much prefer sales floor zoning. I stayed late because it's holyshitinventory time. There I could dazzle my supervisors with my ability to make rows of isles look awesome after ass hat customers tore them apart. And dazzle I did.
While I'd really love to work in a small bookstore where I could berate people for their pretentious book purchases this isn't so bad. But what I really want is to be able to get back on some medication so I can think some organized thoughts and also get back to school (no particular order). God, I want to write some damn papers on things I don't really give a shit about, I really do.
Also: BBQ Party on Sunday, September 25th, 5:00 P.M. at Flame Job House (or Gay House, formerly Fortress Maximus). Bring crap if you can, but I don't think you have to bring birds this time.
*At Nelson and Short's housewarming party.
Grandma Courtney passes out early with coworkers in attendance.
Geezers need excitement, Danny.
Steve and Ally look suspiciously at the other guests.
Count Dan was scheming as usual.
I stumbled into the kitchen to see Aaron and Courtney's coworkers kneeling on the floor while onlookers observed. Also Andy looks like a frat boy!
*At a Flame Job House party:
Aaron and Max give us some hot boy on boy action once again.
*While out to dinner and on a drive:
Aaron and I made faces out of the "rooster" and plumb scauce at the yummy Pho place on 15th.
This is the cutest thing: While driving we saw the cute old Asian man walking his cubby pug in a stroler on 85th. I wish I could have gotten a clearer picture.
My first day of actual work was yesterday and I "learned" to use the register though I'm not entirely assured of my ability. The customers really tried their best to break me in, too. I got all sorts of odd payments to sort through: Oregon citizen tax exempt, gift registries, gift receipts, and Red Card purchases. While I'm okay with using the register I much prefer sales floor zoning. I stayed late because it's holyshitinventory time. There I could dazzle my supervisors with my ability to make rows of isles look awesome after ass hat customers tore them apart. And dazzle I did.
While I'd really love to work in a small bookstore where I could berate people for their pretentious book purchases this isn't so bad. But what I really want is to be able to get back on some medication so I can think some organized thoughts and also get back to school (no particular order). God, I want to write some damn papers on things I don't really give a shit about, I really do.
Also: BBQ Party on Sunday, September 25th, 5:00 P.M. at Flame Job House (or Gay House, formerly Fortress Maximus). Bring crap if you can, but I don't think you have to bring birds this time.
*At Nelson and Short's housewarming party.
Grandma Courtney passes out early with coworkers in attendance.
Geezers need excitement, Danny.
Steve and Ally look suspiciously at the other guests.
Count Dan was scheming as usual.
I stumbled into the kitchen to see Aaron and Courtney's coworkers kneeling on the floor while onlookers observed. Also Andy looks like a frat boy!
*At a Flame Job House party:
Aaron and Max give us some hot boy on boy action once again.
*While out to dinner and on a drive:
Aaron and I made faces out of the "rooster" and plumb scauce at the yummy Pho place on 15th.
This is the cutest thing: While driving we saw the cute old Asian man walking his cubby pug in a stroler on 85th. I wish I could have gotten a clearer picture.