demonesskage

I had mentioned that my bosses were giving me a chance to earn my good review (i.e. to earn my 4s because aparently 5s are an unachivable goal). I've impressed them enough with the radical changes that I've implemented in the last couple of days, that I was given a very important chance.

Our RD is piloting something in our region called Chair Time. This means that four solid hours of sit-down consultations. This is different because I generally cruise around the Color section of the store, and accost people to let me put shadow or bronzer or something on them. But I have to do it standing, right there in the isles while getting bumped into by 15 year old girls giggling about some of the racy names on the Nars blushes. (Okay, so I still giggle at the fact there's a blush called Deep Throat. Sue me. )

So now, I get to accost them to let me put makeup on then, and drag them back to the chairs where I have all the good brushes, and the client is a lot more comfortable. Obviously this service is geared towards more affluent clients. But seriously kids, it's all about getting them in that chair, getting product on them, while assessing their skin, hair, nails, figuring out needs they didn't even know they had, and oh by the way have you tired the new Armani fragrance? It's devine. And of course you need a train case to keep everything in, here let me grab that for you while you sign up for our free catalogue, and vote for Sephora's Best of Beauty.

Yes, I'm a dork. And I love my job. And I'm a corporate sales whoremonger.

And now: Laundry Day. And I must clean my appartment. I keep saying that I will, and I must because I'll have some company in a few weeks, and I'd cry if it was seen this way.

I'm gonna try to hang out with my friend Scott tonight. I require zombie flesh-rending goodness.