Work today has become a tiring countdown to 9 pm. After sleeping on the floor of a hotel room with my head against a mini fridge and my feet at the base of a fake potted palm tree, I'm not what you would call chipper. Today, the mall is filled with rich white women sporting boob jobs, over-highlighted hair and 200 dollar designer handbags. I have had the pleasure of encountering every single one of them on their quest to spend their husbands money and be as rude as possible to the people serving them. Unfortunately, these are the type of women who take everything their hairstylists say to be absolute truth and I am just a lowly kiosk worker who despite having gone to hair school, couldn't possibly be selling something that would do them any good. If the product did work why would I be sitting there for 11 hours a day showing people that it does? I have dealt with some of the rudest most ignorant people today who seem to enjoy pissing me off. Normally I wouldn't care. I would just laugh and say to my self "I don't your money thank you very much" but today I really REALLY do. 2 sales in 11 hours is the equivalent to less than half minimum wage an hour and with 2 1/2 hours to go I'm not exactly optimistic. Right now I would prefer to drink my green tea and write until closing.
Yes, I am currently writing an entry for my blog in pen on the back of a sales sheet at work. Why? because everytime I come home, exhausted and head pounding, all those semi-eloquent thoughts I had throughout the day tend to come out alot less eloquent and alot more condensed. I don't claim to be a good writer, I'm mediocre at best, but doing this helps me deal with days where I feel defeated by the world. It's nice to get things out in writing to help realize it's not so bad afterall.
So..sleeping on a hotel floor, what gives right? Well Andge and Megan came to Edmonton for a visit, a little vacation before summer vacation (this only mildly confuses me) and they got a hold of a theme room at the hotel in West Ed Mall for 1/2 price. It was on the Polynesian floor (hence the palm tree) complete with plastic rock pool shaped jacuzzi, waterfall and fake bamboo 4 poster bed. It would have been really beautiful if it hadn't been so fake but it was nice in a kitschy sort of way. It was pointed out after a few drinks and a few hours in the hot tub the likelyhood that the very tub we were sitting in had probably seen it's fair share of sex and god knows what else. We all laughed drunkenly at this but deep down I'm sure we all cringed a little. (but only a little)
Working at this mall has made me a magazine addict. Since last week I have purchased 5 separate magazines to alleviate my boredom, 5! That's a lot of money spend on pictures of models and ads for clothes and perfume I can't afford. They all make my want to do the same thing, SHOP! Cosmo tells me I need a tinted moisturizer and a new shade of blush, what do I do? Leave the kiosk and head straight to the Body Shop which happens to be 5 feet away. I have no will power I tell you!
A few things I have discovered this week:
1. bad diet = bad skin (duh!)
2. No matter how much money I make I will spend it ALL.
3.I still can't walk in heels.
4. Eating an entire box of chocolates is NOT a productive way to spend an afternoon.
5.Going to the movies alone is fun. As long as there's no one you know in the theater. (especially hair school girls on dates with their boyfriends)
P.S: I just saw a women walk by in pink stiletto sandals with fringe hanging down from the sides and purple lace around the toes. Seriously.
Yes, I am currently writing an entry for my blog in pen on the back of a sales sheet at work. Why? because everytime I come home, exhausted and head pounding, all those semi-eloquent thoughts I had throughout the day tend to come out alot less eloquent and alot more condensed. I don't claim to be a good writer, I'm mediocre at best, but doing this helps me deal with days where I feel defeated by the world. It's nice to get things out in writing to help realize it's not so bad afterall.
So..sleeping on a hotel floor, what gives right? Well Andge and Megan came to Edmonton for a visit, a little vacation before summer vacation (this only mildly confuses me) and they got a hold of a theme room at the hotel in West Ed Mall for 1/2 price. It was on the Polynesian floor (hence the palm tree) complete with plastic rock pool shaped jacuzzi, waterfall and fake bamboo 4 poster bed. It would have been really beautiful if it hadn't been so fake but it was nice in a kitschy sort of way. It was pointed out after a few drinks and a few hours in the hot tub the likelyhood that the very tub we were sitting in had probably seen it's fair share of sex and god knows what else. We all laughed drunkenly at this but deep down I'm sure we all cringed a little. (but only a little)
Working at this mall has made me a magazine addict. Since last week I have purchased 5 separate magazines to alleviate my boredom, 5! That's a lot of money spend on pictures of models and ads for clothes and perfume I can't afford. They all make my want to do the same thing, SHOP! Cosmo tells me I need a tinted moisturizer and a new shade of blush, what do I do? Leave the kiosk and head straight to the Body Shop which happens to be 5 feet away. I have no will power I tell you!
A few things I have discovered this week:
1. bad diet = bad skin (duh!)
2. No matter how much money I make I will spend it ALL.
3.I still can't walk in heels.
4. Eating an entire box of chocolates is NOT a productive way to spend an afternoon.
5.Going to the movies alone is fun. As long as there's no one you know in the theater. (especially hair school girls on dates with their boyfriends)
P.S: I just saw a women walk by in pink stiletto sandals with fringe hanging down from the sides and purple lace around the toes. Seriously.
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hahah
but i thought you would like it ..
( unless you have seen it before)
but anyways..
smile
my fave thing ever is the one you posted in the potter group .. the "I'm not an owl!!! O'RLY" one..
like . it makes me so happy