I have this bizarre semi-crush on this guy at work. His hair is thinning in the back and he's a bit awkward and I'm happy with my boyfriend and have no intentions of cheating. (Unless Clive Owen is reading this, in which case, call me.) But nevertheless I found myself doing the, "Where is he standing/Is he looking at me/Shit, stop looking at him ( Read more... )

The following is a quote from an e-mail Lindsay sent me:

"I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses."

Just...word.

Macy's is starting to get CRAZY already. To make matters worse, my counter is supposed to be staffed with four people (manager, full-timer, and two part-timers,) and guess how many people there are? Just me, baby. Just me. The good news is that every sale goes to me/my commission (yay!); the bad news is I CAN ONLY HELP SO MANY PEOPLE AT ONCE ( Read more... )

Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember! Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Go see Wallace and Grommit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit RIGHT NOW!! It is so fucking great!

Mamasan
87 % Manian fluency! You know men almost too well. None you set your eyes on in earnest can resist you forever. You are the Mistress (or Master), and likely have no problems with men that don't boil down to your own pickiness. If you want to meet your match, then have a look at those who scored "Satan" on the Womanian Language test .

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Momma really does need a new pair of shoes. My feet hurt like a sonuvabitch. I was trying to figure out why they never hurt this badly when I worked at Suncoast, and then I remembered ( Read more... )

Having just (finally) watched the season premiere of Alias, I have lost the will to live.

That is all.

Okay, not actually all. I started at Macy*s/Benefit on Saturday. It's pretty fun and I think I'm actually good at it. At first, I thought I'd feel weird accosting people in the hopes of selling stuff to them. But then I found out that I make 3% ( Read more... )

I needn't have worried. Turns out, sleep is not necessary when most of the training comes down to really basic common sense. Plus nonsensical stuff like how to deal with industrial machinery and the proper display of flame-retardant baby PJ's. Both of which I'm sure will frequently come up at the MAKEUP COUNTER.

I have a damn cold and tomorrow is (finally!) my first day of training with Macy's. All damn day. 9-6, presumably with an hour lunch break. In the also uncool department, I slept today until 4 PM (yay Nyquil,) and so I'm pretty freaked out that I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight, and this will be both sick AND exhausted tomorrow for the ( Read more... )