In which she might take too much pride in a job she actually hates...

[threthiel9]

Christmas Eve, closing early, backed waaaaaaaaaaaaay the fuck up, shit ain't matchin', practically NO HELP, feet killing me 'cause I'm in freakin' heels (wtfinorite?), and yet somehow I still manage to get out before the two-person teams have in previous years.

BOW BEFORE MY BACK OFFICE SKILLZ, MOTHERFUCKERS!

Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS, BITCHES AND BOYS! If the nog smells suspicious don't drink it!