| thad, i told you i would tell you why that one day was crappy, so here we go.
i get to work hungry, with a headache, and with poorly applied makeup. so i'm already like "don't fuck with me," alright? one of the managers in training immediately asks me if my skirt is too short. i tell her "no, it's not, erin didn't say anything to me last time about wearing a skirt this length." (erin is the chick that hired us all). then she insists "oh, i didn't know, because so and so wanted to get an outfit like that, but so and so told her it was too short." and i'm thinking, who gives a flying fuck about so and so, her fat ass is probably too big and makes the skirt rise up more or something. after that discussion, she tries to get me to tend to the shipment we received in the back. meanwhile, it's fucking mad crowded in the store with stupidass kids running around everywhere dropping candy and baby bottles. the woman is explaining the stuff to me in a hasty manner, so i am standing there just nodding like "okay, whatever." so i go in the back to do the shit she wants me to do, when this lady in the dressing room wants me to look through the boxes for a fucking XL jacket. there i go, struggling to open up these heavy boxes with chaos going on in the background, and with my headache. oh, i forgot to mention that our dressing room has a sensor and makes a sound whenever someone is by the door. think of the 7-11 bell. it's SO annoying. anyway, another chick that is working comes back there and relieves me of the bullshit. she is wearing a short denim skirt and these flip flop kinda shoes (which we were told was a no-no), so i wonder if the m-i-t asked her about her outfit. the rest of the day just sucked because it was busy, and people wouldn't pick up the clothes they dropped, or would put them away in the wrong spot, or wouldn't put their clothes away at all after trying them on. people are lazy. assholes.
i won't drone on and on about the next day at work, that wasn't as bad. but my friend and i, who have piercings, were told that we can't even have our clear retainers in now. so we both are like, wtf? the shit will close if we take it out, even for like four hours. when she had hers out the day before, it nearly closed up and she had to force her ring back through. mine was already a struggle to put back in after one hour! during work i went to the bathroom in the back and tried to put it back in (without putting the elastic band on the end so you couldn't really tell it was still there) and had a fuck of a time getting it back in. it hurt a little and i had to put a small amount of force into it. good lord. if i keep it out for four hours (which is a normal shift) it will definitely be a bitch to try to get in later. fuck that.
hot topic is interviewing me on wednesday. as we all know, hot topic doesn't give a shit about piercings or crazy hair, so if i get hired there, why work at rave anymore? fuck a trendy store that won't even let you be trendy.
and this concludes my bitching. |
