Dear lady who came in and threw a fit because our clearance prices do not match the other stores in the areas clearance prices. When I told you we have no control over when our clearance marks down, I meant it. It's all done by new fangled computer machines, and is all dictated by a hundred different variables that trigger it. So getting all huffy and then complaining that you "have to put all of this stuff back...and I can't say I'm going to put it back in the right spot!" really isn't going to change things. Gah!
Also coworker who stabbed me in the back got her first lesson in payback today! I left her a list this morning of things to do, not unlike the things that I have to keep on top of on a daily basis, and when I came in none of it was completed. To quote Matt Nathanson "I'll learn to get by on the little victories." Sweet success.
Up at five am for day 3! Wish me luck!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Six 8 hour days of retail will make anyone go crazy.
True fact. So follow me as I take this journey through retail hell. Not journey like the band Journey, although once a month when I have to do the five am shift from hell, there are often Don't Stop Believin' singalongs in the back room. Weird things happen in the back room of your local stores. Trust me.
That said, last night was my first night of this long stretch of craziness and can I just say, crazy it was. The day before fathers day is always crazy busy and yesterday was no exception. Throw in a back stabbing co worker, and incredibly hot and suddenly flirty boss type, and a totally revamped by corporate closing system and we all left with headaches and complaints.
Let's not forget "guy who has bought four Xboxes in two days and brings them back because there's something wrong with them." Right. So why then, when someone pops one of the Xboxes open in front of you to see if it's been tampered with do you leave with your new one, and then call ten minutes later and ask if you can bring the new one back and take the old one? We're a bunch of college kids and techies with access to tools and the interwebs. Of COURSE we're going to check it out.
Duuuh. Look for the update on day 2 later today!
That said, last night was my first night of this long stretch of craziness and can I just say, crazy it was. The day before fathers day is always crazy busy and yesterday was no exception. Throw in a back stabbing co worker, and incredibly hot and suddenly flirty boss type, and a totally revamped by corporate closing system and we all left with headaches and complaints.
Let's not forget "guy who has bought four Xboxes in two days and brings them back because there's something wrong with them." Right. So why then, when someone pops one of the Xboxes open in front of you to see if it's been tampered with do you leave with your new one, and then call ten minutes later and ask if you can bring the new one back and take the old one? We're a bunch of college kids and techies with access to tools and the interwebs. Of COURSE we're going to check it out.
Duuuh. Look for the update on day 2 later today!
Friday, June 6, 2008
New Tattoo Time!
Ok, something's come over me today and I'm like all about wanting to get another tattoo. I have 3 now, all in some way related to music. And I'm sorta weird in that I want my body to be in balance as far as the body art. I have 2 on the right side of my body and one on the left, so now, it's time to get another one on the left so that it's even.
I know for sure that I want the number of the year I was born and I know where I want it. I want it to be really small, too, but I do want it to in some way incorporate the music thing because all the others do and what a shame it'd be to break that now. So now, I sit here going through tons of online tattoo galleries and images of numbers to see how I can work it out. I know as soon as I find the way I want it to be, I'm gonna be running to the Parlor to go get it done.
I wonder if this will be the last one. I swear, on site and even after talking to me, a lot of people wouldn't guess I'd be the girl addicted to getting tattoos. But I swear, I don't care who you are or what you say, if you get one, you're getting more. So if you don't want to be all tatted up, don't even start.
I know for sure that I want the number of the year I was born and I know where I want it. I want it to be really small, too, but I do want it to in some way incorporate the music thing because all the others do and what a shame it'd be to break that now. So now, I sit here going through tons of online tattoo galleries and images of numbers to see how I can work it out. I know as soon as I find the way I want it to be, I'm gonna be running to the Parlor to go get it done.
I wonder if this will be the last one. I swear, on site and even after talking to me, a lot of people wouldn't guess I'd be the girl addicted to getting tattoos. But I swear, I don't care who you are or what you say, if you get one, you're getting more. So if you don't want to be all tatted up, don't even start.
Human Interaction.
So, I'm winding down from "celebrating" getting another year older today. And it's funny, that whole getting older thing doesn't at all bother me today. But I'm not going to lie, something does.
We live in an age where we're instantly accessibly to each other. There's texts, MySpace or Facebook comments, blogs, etc. And I am totally not gonna knock it because I have met most of my closest friends by means of the Internet and I likely wouldn't have met them otherwise. But at the same time, it's totally become a crutch for us as a society.
I've probably mentioned this before but I work from home. If I don't go out to my mom's or the gym, I could likely go days without seeing an actual person. And for me, that's insanely hard because I'm a very social person. I enjoy real, human interaction. Now, I get it less and less. So, I'm guessing that's why I'm sorta bothered by the way things turned out for me this year on the birthday.
I woke this morning to several texts from friends all around with birthday wishes and it totally made me smile. I'm appreciative of being thought about, that's for sure, especially when some are from people I don't speak to all the time. I then get online and I get to Myspace and see that I've got a bunch of comments, too. Some from the same people who sent texts, too and I appreciate that, as well. I really do.
But you know what was most startling? I got TWO phone calls today. TWO. One from a friend who I've sorta not been hanging with or talking to as much as I should because we're in such a close proximity now and one from a friend of my sister's (which was totally a surprise and so funny how she sang). But I'm still sorta surprised that some of my closest friends either waited til late to even reach out (via text) or didn't reach out at all or I didn't get a call from.
It kinda hurts because as ridiculous as it sounds, birthdays are sorta a gage for me of where I stand with someone. It might be irrational but logic creeps into my mind with it. There are 365 days a year...and sure, some people are bad with dates and remembering on which date someone was born but I figure, hey, if I'm important to you, you might just have it in you to remember that this was the day I was born. And that you might, maybe, just have it in your to pick up a phone and actually SAY you're happy I was born or something. I swear, I'm totally not a self centered person but I guess this is the one day a year I kinda enjoy being reminded that I'm loved. And I certainly don't feel like I'm not loved...don't get me wrong. But, eh, I don't know what I feel right now...I guess a little hurt. But people have their lives...and things going on in them and all and I can't honestly expect anything but that's also sorta sad to me. I'll get over it. I know I will...I always do, but I guess that whole less and less actual human interaction makes days like this a little harder.
*sigh* I'm done. Off the soapbox now.
We live in an age where we're instantly accessibly to each other. There's texts, MySpace or Facebook comments, blogs, etc. And I am totally not gonna knock it because I have met most of my closest friends by means of the Internet and I likely wouldn't have met them otherwise. But at the same time, it's totally become a crutch for us as a society.
I've probably mentioned this before but I work from home. If I don't go out to my mom's or the gym, I could likely go days without seeing an actual person. And for me, that's insanely hard because I'm a very social person. I enjoy real, human interaction. Now, I get it less and less. So, I'm guessing that's why I'm sorta bothered by the way things turned out for me this year on the birthday.
I woke this morning to several texts from friends all around with birthday wishes and it totally made me smile. I'm appreciative of being thought about, that's for sure, especially when some are from people I don't speak to all the time. I then get online and I get to Myspace and see that I've got a bunch of comments, too. Some from the same people who sent texts, too and I appreciate that, as well. I really do.
But you know what was most startling? I got TWO phone calls today. TWO. One from a friend who I've sorta not been hanging with or talking to as much as I should because we're in such a close proximity now and one from a friend of my sister's (which was totally a surprise and so funny how she sang). But I'm still sorta surprised that some of my closest friends either waited til late to even reach out (via text) or didn't reach out at all or I didn't get a call from.
It kinda hurts because as ridiculous as it sounds, birthdays are sorta a gage for me of where I stand with someone. It might be irrational but logic creeps into my mind with it. There are 365 days a year...and sure, some people are bad with dates and remembering on which date someone was born but I figure, hey, if I'm important to you, you might just have it in you to remember that this was the day I was born. And that you might, maybe, just have it in your to pick up a phone and actually SAY you're happy I was born or something. I swear, I'm totally not a self centered person but I guess this is the one day a year I kinda enjoy being reminded that I'm loved. And I certainly don't feel like I'm not loved...don't get me wrong. But, eh, I don't know what I feel right now...I guess a little hurt. But people have their lives...and things going on in them and all and I can't honestly expect anything but that's also sorta sad to me. I'll get over it. I know I will...I always do, but I guess that whole less and less actual human interaction makes days like this a little harder.
*sigh* I'm done. Off the soapbox now.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Ten Random Facts About Me:
I have no idea what triggered this. Just go with it. I'm random.
1. I cannot keep a secret to save my life. I'm actively working on getting better about it, but I just do not have the internal shut off valve that would trigger someone to hold information with any semblance of confidentiality. I can keep my own secrets well when necessary, but all of my best friends know that I am the person who will dispense other peoples information freely. I don't mean to do it, it just slips out.
2. I cannot stand still. I can sit still very well. I can sit and read/write/watch movies for hours. However, I stand all day at work and several people have pointed out that its impossible for me to stand still. I'm always pacing, shifting my weight from foot to foot, dancing around randomly, etc.
3. I grew up shy. Painfully shy. Insanely, over the top, I had to have people order for me at restaurants because I was too scared to speak to the waiters shy. Clearly I've grown out of this, as it's a challenge for me to not sexually harass waiters when I'm out these days.
4. I consider myself an expert flirt. It's something that I naturally excel at..if that's even something that you can excel in. It's part genuine interest, part defense mechanism, and if I can't get a guy to flirt back, I will keep at it until I can. The most random example of this? Years back when I went in for surgery, by the time I was being put under, I had my anesthesiologist offering to take me out for drinks. (I was 19 at the time).
5. When I was very young I was sneaking around in my attic looking for god knows what, completely against my mothers proclamation that if I ever went up there I would get hurt. Turns out she was right. I stepped on a nail, had to go for a tetanus shot, etc, etc, etc. I still remember the sound that it made, too. Like cutting through a melon. GROSS.
6. Although I own a few Silent Hill and Resident Evil games, I refuse to play them when I'm home by myself - I get too scared. There was a few week period when I was making my bff come over almost every day so I could finish a Silent Hill game.
7. When I was little I had free reign over the neighborhood, and would spend my days playing in the local pet store, flower shop, or hardware store. All of the owners knew me and my mother and would totally let me occupy my days there doing whatever I wanted.
8. My mother was hell bent on naming me Brandy... I'm so glad my grandmother talked her into changing her mind. Maggie is a much cuter alternative.
9. I bit my nails down to the quick until I was out of high school. Then I broke the habit, and now I get compliments on my nails almost daily.
10. I see the things I write like a movie in my head. They come to me completely out of the blue. I'll see conversations taking place, or settings, or moments. I see them much more in depth than I can ever write them. Smells, and sounds, lights and colors. It's so vivid that I sometimes have a hard time believing it hasn't actually happened.
1. I cannot keep a secret to save my life. I'm actively working on getting better about it, but I just do not have the internal shut off valve that would trigger someone to hold information with any semblance of confidentiality. I can keep my own secrets well when necessary, but all of my best friends know that I am the person who will dispense other peoples information freely. I don't mean to do it, it just slips out.
2. I cannot stand still. I can sit still very well. I can sit and read/write/watch movies for hours. However, I stand all day at work and several people have pointed out that its impossible for me to stand still. I'm always pacing, shifting my weight from foot to foot, dancing around randomly, etc.
3. I grew up shy. Painfully shy. Insanely, over the top, I had to have people order for me at restaurants because I was too scared to speak to the waiters shy. Clearly I've grown out of this, as it's a challenge for me to not sexually harass waiters when I'm out these days.
4. I consider myself an expert flirt. It's something that I naturally excel at..if that's even something that you can excel in. It's part genuine interest, part defense mechanism, and if I can't get a guy to flirt back, I will keep at it until I can. The most random example of this? Years back when I went in for surgery, by the time I was being put under, I had my anesthesiologist offering to take me out for drinks. (I was 19 at the time).
5. When I was very young I was sneaking around in my attic looking for god knows what, completely against my mothers proclamation that if I ever went up there I would get hurt. Turns out she was right. I stepped on a nail, had to go for a tetanus shot, etc, etc, etc. I still remember the sound that it made, too. Like cutting through a melon. GROSS.
6. Although I own a few Silent Hill and Resident Evil games, I refuse to play them when I'm home by myself - I get too scared. There was a few week period when I was making my bff come over almost every day so I could finish a Silent Hill game.
7. When I was little I had free reign over the neighborhood, and would spend my days playing in the local pet store, flower shop, or hardware store. All of the owners knew me and my mother and would totally let me occupy my days there doing whatever I wanted.
8. My mother was hell bent on naming me Brandy... I'm so glad my grandmother talked her into changing her mind. Maggie is a much cuter alternative.
9. I bit my nails down to the quick until I was out of high school. Then I broke the habit, and now I get compliments on my nails almost daily.
10. I see the things I write like a movie in my head. They come to me completely out of the blue. I'll see conversations taking place, or settings, or moments. I see them much more in depth than I can ever write them. Smells, and sounds, lights and colors. It's so vivid that I sometimes have a hard time believing it hasn't actually happened.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Love....actually.
I don't know what the hell is up with me lately but man, I've been all kinds of into all things hopelessly romantic. Like, hopelessly ridiculously fairytaletastic romantic. Scenes from TV shows, movies, the littlest things in everyday life.
I saw the Sex and The City movie today and it totally got me. Like there were several times during it that I was all "awww" be it because of feeling the heartbreak of Carrie because she wanted things to go a certain way or when things went really well. I totally teared up several times and that shocked the hell out of me because I can't even say I've ever been that way about the show.
I wish I knew what was triggering this because I've lived a life that's very much quite the opposite of romantic. And maybe, I guess that's what's made me be paying that much more attention to it now or something. I've always been that girl that's wanted that and it's funny that I haven't turned into some sort of jaded old bitch because I haven't gotten it. I'm still as impressed and moved by people's random caring acts as I've ever been. I'm not ashamed to say I watch the cheesy movies on Encore's Love Channel...I quite enjoy the "Romantic Comedy" genre. In fact, I'm watching "The Holiday" right now, even though I'm not much a fan of Cameron Diaz.
So, in my recent fit of romantic fascination, I bought this poster and plan on getting it framed. It's from a show that shall remain nameless for now, and I was traipsing the internet last night and didn't even know such things were available for purchase but as soon as I saw it was, I had to have it cause I've got a thing about that whole dreamy kissing in the rain thing and I just love the sketchy look with the red...anyways, it's pretty, yes?
I saw the Sex and The City movie today and it totally got me. Like there were several times during it that I was all "awww" be it because of feeling the heartbreak of Carrie because she wanted things to go a certain way or when things went really well. I totally teared up several times and that shocked the hell out of me because I can't even say I've ever been that way about the show.
I wish I knew what was triggering this because I've lived a life that's very much quite the opposite of romantic. And maybe, I guess that's what's made me be paying that much more attention to it now or something. I've always been that girl that's wanted that and it's funny that I haven't turned into some sort of jaded old bitch because I haven't gotten it. I'm still as impressed and moved by people's random caring acts as I've ever been. I'm not ashamed to say I watch the cheesy movies on Encore's Love Channel...I quite enjoy the "Romantic Comedy" genre. In fact, I'm watching "The Holiday" right now, even though I'm not much a fan of Cameron Diaz.
So, in my recent fit of romantic fascination, I bought this poster and plan on getting it framed. It's from a show that shall remain nameless for now, and I was traipsing the internet last night and didn't even know such things were available for purchase but as soon as I saw it was, I had to have it cause I've got a thing about that whole dreamy kissing in the rain thing and I just love the sketchy look with the red...anyways, it's pretty, yes?
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Intoxication
Sorry kids, I can honestly say this isn't gonna be a drunk blog. It is, however, a fatigue blog. I am sitting here typing to you a day after having an 18 hour work day 4.5 hours sleep then another 8 hour work day and then a voyage to Atlantic City for shopping and eating and I drove down there and back (it's about 45 mins). I know there have been all kinds of studies about how driving tired is as bad as driving drunk and because I am an insane night owl and have spent many a nights going up and down the NJ Turnpike, I always poo poo'd stuff like that. It had never been an issue for me...til tonight. Not only driving but straight up functioning has been an issue for the later half of the day for me. I feel like I'm seeing things and my perception is off and all. I think I'm realizing what it comes down to is really the fact that I am not only sleep deprived but I'm emotionally drained.
This job I have...the day job that really only pays the bills, it's been sucking me dry lately. There once was a time when although I knew this wasn't what I wanted to do with my life, I enjoyed it. I worked with a group of amazing people and it was actually kinda fun to go there. Now, I work from home and though there are some benefits to that, it is starting to get more on the sucky side because I'm a person who craves social interaction. Anyways, I digress. Last week, there was an issue where someone at work called me out and questioned my quality of work. Yeah, so it rocked me cause although I hate this work, I know I do it damn well...like better than many of the people I deal with on a daily basis good. There's proof of it and the person calling me out has seen the proof of it. Then, last night I get called just as I was to go out for the night and it ended up being 10 hours straight of this very thing that has been draining me more and more as of late. And I'm just tired...physically, emotionally and what ever other -ly you can think of that fits.
I think a chunk of it has to do with the fact that I'm not feeling fulfilled in the thought that I'm pursuing my other goals the way I should be. Since the "break-up" with the band over a year ago, it's been a long road to trying to stay motivated. I know my motivation comes and goes sometimes but this is getting ridiculous. I need ideas...so, like Maggie, I too, am experiencing a bit of a block. (Yeah, complete with things to distract me horribly. There WILL be a blog about the latest StarKrush and the TV show he's on)
That said, Maggie, yes, we need to get at this. Even if it means we need to sit down...get on the phone and just hash shit out. Ideas for both of us cause we're better than this.
This job I have...the day job that really only pays the bills, it's been sucking me dry lately. There once was a time when although I knew this wasn't what I wanted to do with my life, I enjoyed it. I worked with a group of amazing people and it was actually kinda fun to go there. Now, I work from home and though there are some benefits to that, it is starting to get more on the sucky side because I'm a person who craves social interaction. Anyways, I digress. Last week, there was an issue where someone at work called me out and questioned my quality of work. Yeah, so it rocked me cause although I hate this work, I know I do it damn well...like better than many of the people I deal with on a daily basis good. There's proof of it and the person calling me out has seen the proof of it. Then, last night I get called just as I was to go out for the night and it ended up being 10 hours straight of this very thing that has been draining me more and more as of late. And I'm just tired...physically, emotionally and what ever other -ly you can think of that fits.
I think a chunk of it has to do with the fact that I'm not feeling fulfilled in the thought that I'm pursuing my other goals the way I should be. Since the "break-up" with the band over a year ago, it's been a long road to trying to stay motivated. I know my motivation comes and goes sometimes but this is getting ridiculous. I need ideas...so, like Maggie, I too, am experiencing a bit of a block. (Yeah, complete with things to distract me horribly. There WILL be a blog about the latest StarKrush and the TV show he's on)
That said, Maggie, yes, we need to get at this. Even if it means we need to sit down...get on the phone and just hash shit out. Ideas for both of us cause we're better than this.
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