gekkeiju23

i wanted to be a sailor for Halloween-easy enough costume.
i just don't want anyone thinking i'm the marshmallow man.
yeah-i feel that good right now.
i actually disdain dressing up in costume-i'm barely comfortable in dress clothes, so an entire different persona would cause me epilectic fits.

this is all rather ironic, considering i work in a costume store.
i also generally despise people-funny that i always work in customer service.
this job in particular is frustrating-i guess it's the fun atmosphere of the store, but people enter and have some outrageous sensory overload that sizzles their meager brains and they act like drunk lobotomy patients on "double dare".
(remember that show?)
while cleaning up after some girl whose credit limit surely exceeded her IQ i discovered that she had spilled her frapplatteuccino-ino in the dressing room.
i discovered this after picking up the 10 costumes she had tried on and neglected to hang back up.
i discovered this because she had used said costumes to cover-up the spill instead of ask for some paper towels.
in spite of the people, i actually really really like this job.
i'm obsessive-compulsive, and am a "room specialist" which allows me to exercise my insane clean-freakiness and mad ninja organizational skills.
word to me.