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Yes, I finally got this pic to work!!!
Once again, WTF is that crap on my shirt? Grrrr.

Yeah, I know it's like the crack of dawn. Bebe and I fell asleep in front of the TV watching "Bebe's Kids". Heheh. I just got out of the shower and I am so naked and clean...it's fucking fantastic.

So, things have been insane lately and I haven't been able to really update. So I guess I'll just divide it by subject.

WORK aka Zara-Sucks ass. We've been open only 2 1/2 days and 5 people have quit. The management has been telling us conflicting things as far as customer service and have even gone as far as to reprimand me and this guy Jesse for "helping the customer too much." I was told by a manager that "this isn't Saks, Armani or Gucci. This is Zara. If someone wants personal attention, then they can go somewhere else." This after about 3 weeks of training us to basically take a shit on the floor if a customer asks us to.

I wish I worked in the men's department. It looks so cool and mellow in there. The managers in there are fucking rad too. We all went drinking the other night at the Clubhouse after a 14 hour shift. It was awesome. The women's manager, Leo, is horrible. He gives a bad name to gay men everywhere and everyone hates him. Luckily, all of my fellow employees are really fucking cool and they all hate the job too. There's one girl, Sara, who is so gorgeous that I want to hate her but she's so fucking cool. She looks like a brunette, prettier Kate Bosworth. She's only been there since Wednesday (as opposed to the month of training the rest of us had) and she has informed me that she would like to gouge the women's managers' (Leo and Monica) eyes out with a spork.
At least the customers are ok. But what the hell is with this whole leaving tons of clothes strewn about in the dressing room?? I always bring my stuff back. It must be some South Coast Plaza thing. And since there are a million Zara locations in the Middle East and Europe, there are all these um, "fragrant" people coming in. This one Iranian lady's breath was so bad (from her lunch) that I literally gagged. And they all cruise around butt-ass naked in the fitting room. Hello, gross scraggly bush! I myself like things neat, well trimmed and minimal but that doesn't mean natural isn't fine either. Just trim and groom it. Some of these bushes go onto the legs and peek out of panties! Also, I thought I was cursed because of my Italian background, which means that my leg, armpit and pubic hair are black (I'm always jealous of girls with baby-fine blonde body hair) but holy fuck! I saw a Middle Eastern girl that had fucking stubble!!

One more thing about the customers: I have never seen so much plastic surgery in my life. ESPECIALLY fake boobs. And really gross, obvious ones. I have seen a shitload of people with cheek and chin implants, collagen, facelifts and Botox. I've even seen a bunch of guys cruising in with their noses all taped up. It's sad that all the South Coast Plaza stereotypes are true.

This job sucks so bad I take every opportunity to get the fuck out of the store. I'll do restock all day if I have to, which means going down 4 flights of stairs with armloads of heavy clothing and walking to the next building to get to the stockroom, which is GINORMOUS! I'll escape there and cruise with the stock guy, Tom and listen to the Cramps. My feet and inner thighs constantly ache because of the physical activity, but it's way better than dealing with the manager bs. Oh, and I was supposed to be a cashier (which means never being on the floor) and they didn't hire enough salespeople, so I'm permanently on the floor. They run this store and company very disorganized and it's all bullshit. The clothes are cute and all...but the uniforms are TERRIBLE...the 15% discount SUCKS...and this job SUCKS. I'd rather shop there than work there.

I've applied to be a receptionist at a makeup school...they've been needing someone for 3 months. I know because I kept running into their ads online back in March, but I was still in school and it conflicted with my schedule. Now, it would work out just fine. They pay way more and I think I would like it more. I've emailed my resume and stuff, so I should have a reply by Monday (they aren't open Friday-Sunday). Wish me luck, guys.
A happy Chris is best.

Tory has moved back to Ontario (in Riverside) for a bit, until she saves some money and can come back here to the OC. I'm a bit worried as she is terrible with money. Chances are, she'll get back with her boyfriend and move back. When she left, he started crying 'cause he wanted her back, so we'll see. She's my bestest friend so hopefully, she'll be back soon. BTW her car is out of commission at the moment so it will be hard to see her. We didn't even have a proper send-off because her mom decided to pick her up a day early, which was yesterday. Boo. I can't afford to drive to and back from Riverside so it will be a while before I see her.

There's some other updates to do, but it is sunny now so I will promptly haul my ass back to sleep until noon or so and just relax with the boy, who I haven't seen in like a week.
By the way, this is my first day off in 3 weeks. Thank god.