(no subject)
Um, not a lot of time to post this, must run.
May Jill be buried under a pile of shitty clothes brought in after 2 o'clock by everyone on her fucking "special list", and then may that pile be compounded by every customer that hears about the "special list" and wants to be on it.
That curse is already in the works, actually, because two people on "the list" came in yesterday within ten minutes of each other, and we are STILL swamped with thier shitty clothes. Then three other people, including another "lister" called and wanted to bring stuff in. We reccomended they bring it in Friday, which just so happens to be when Jill is working next.
I actually told off both Alice and Jill in regards to the list. Must be the new rage at people in general pent up inside me. They both had their typical reactions: Alice agreed with me totally and denounced Jill, even though Alice goes by the list as well, and Jill couldn't see how it was a problem at all. ("Well, they're special" is not a good excuse when another customer sees a lister bring in her stuff in garbage bags at 5pm and wants to know why they can't do the same. Also, I CAN'T just leave the clothes for you to work with, Jill, because they are ALL OVER THE FRONT COUNTER, MAKING THE PLACE LOOK LIKE SHIT AND NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING WITHOUT TRIPPING OVER MOUNTAINS OF SHOES IN NORDSTROM BAGS.)
*pant pant*
Uh, this was supposed to be short, right? Crap. Uh, stress, crappy stuff, being pissed off, still no word from anyone I want to work for because they hate me, picking up an application for EB Games, Mom's birthday is today and I haven't wrapped her present because I SUCK AT LIFE IN GENERAL.
Also, I'm not celebrating my 21st birthday. I mean, I'll have a cupcake or something, but yeah. There's a 21+ show that my mom wants to take me to in Tahoe, but it's not until November. That works.
May Jill be buried under a pile of shitty clothes brought in after 2 o'clock by everyone on her fucking "special list", and then may that pile be compounded by every customer that hears about the "special list" and wants to be on it.
That curse is already in the works, actually, because two people on "the list" came in yesterday within ten minutes of each other, and we are STILL swamped with thier shitty clothes. Then three other people, including another "lister" called and wanted to bring stuff in. We reccomended they bring it in Friday, which just so happens to be when Jill is working next.
I actually told off both Alice and Jill in regards to the list. Must be the new rage at people in general pent up inside me. They both had their typical reactions: Alice agreed with me totally and denounced Jill, even though Alice goes by the list as well, and Jill couldn't see how it was a problem at all. ("Well, they're special" is not a good excuse when another customer sees a lister bring in her stuff in garbage bags at 5pm and wants to know why they can't do the same. Also, I CAN'T just leave the clothes for you to work with, Jill, because they are ALL OVER THE FRONT COUNTER, MAKING THE PLACE LOOK LIKE SHIT AND NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING WITHOUT TRIPPING OVER MOUNTAINS OF SHOES IN NORDSTROM BAGS.)
*pant pant*
Uh, this was supposed to be short, right? Crap. Uh, stress, crappy stuff, being pissed off, still no word from anyone I want to work for because they hate me, picking up an application for EB Games, Mom's birthday is today and I haven't wrapped her present because I SUCK AT LIFE IN GENERAL.
Also, I'm not celebrating my 21st birthday. I mean, I'll have a cupcake or something, but yeah. There's a 21+ show that my mom wants to take me to in Tahoe, but it's not until November. That works.