alice

all right, first things first...
a big ass fuck you to all you motherfuckers who come into a store, try on 20 different things that you're obviously not going to buy, and then leave all the clothes lying on the floor. you don't have to button every button, or even put the clothes away, but shit, how fucking hard is it to put something back on a hanger?! go fuck yourselves!

i got to dress up an 11 year old girl in "brit punk rock" gear for some stupid barbizon shit. this fucking girl sucked ass. she made her mom stay in the dressing room with her, and then literally cried because she didn't like a pair of pants i picked out for her. uhm, i think i know a little more about what is considered punk rock than an 11 year old girl. i helped her and her mom for an hour and a half. they were a big pain in my ass for several reasons.

so i was told i'd get off work at 5 if i came in at 11, but the owner is a total psychopath and wouldn't let me leave until 7, and acted like he was being nice (he wanted me to stay until 8:30). 8 hours and i only had 2 breaks that were exactly long enough to smoke a cigarette.

i do get to go home for x-mas, but i have to drive up after 9pm on the 23rd, and then come right back on the 25th. it was difficult for me to talk my way into being able to do that.

all right, so enough bitching. what is great about my job? i get a special discount, as in free stuff, but only on certain days if you know what i mean. it makes up for how little they pay me and how much stupid shit i have to deal with.