Heart To Heart

Got sent home early from work today because if I stayed I would have been in overtime hours. Yahtzee!!! Not only does that mean I now have an open evening, but I also can afford to go out and live it up. I had no idea I was so close to forty hours this week, I'm not surprised at all though. My heart beats can be measured in price sales. It's ridiculous. I did have a wonderful heart to heart with a customer who also works retail. I had to bite my tongue to the point of bleeding because a woman at another register was yelling at a coworker of mine. So instead of having to be removed by mall security, I just kept my mouth shut. However I couldn't keep from throwing the clothes at my register around. So then I had to apologize to my customer, which is when she revealed that me and her are part of the same secret society. The Scorned Retail Covenant. She even offered to say something to the bitch customer because she knew I couldn't. She was a real sweetheart. We talked about how all our friends think we are scrooges because we don't like the holidays, but it's impossible to like them when you work retail. You don't countdown until they arrive, you countdown until they are over. I almost undercharged her just because she was so awesome. So having ended my shift with her, and now knowing that I get to have some fun tonight, my night is looking up. Although tomorrow I have thirteen hour day, so that sucks. Yes, thirteen.You read that correctly. Gotta make that money.

Now I'm off to the bar, to hopefully have some more heart to hearts with friends and possibly, cute strangers.

It Would Be So Nice....

Holiday!

It would be so nice.

I don't like the Holidays anymore. It just means that people act dumber, become meaner, and behave even worse then usual. I know I'm at an unfair advantage due to the fact that I'm involved in the retail world, but I think it might be a universal thing. Today was uniquely bad at work because the whole day was a one long sneak attack. I went in this afternoon, on my day off(mistake number one), to change my availability...and somehow I left ten hours later. They cornered me in the back room and told me they needed help, so I said yes(mistake number two). But it wasn't all bad because one of my housemates was also working and I was on register the whole time and I had Panera on my dinner break. So it was delicious. And I found out that the new hires fear me, as they rightly should, because I know everything and am considered management. I yelled at two of them today for not doing anything but standing around, and later that night while I was eating my dinner they came and apologized to me. Is it wrong if I found this almost as delicious as my sammich? Nah, I don't think so. The only downside was that I didn't get to accomplish all the errands I was supposed to get down today, but I made money. So it all balances out. I just really wish sometime soon I have time to actually enjoy this stupid season. I'm getting tired of spinning out on the road, slipping on black ice, putting of with morons on the daily and having dry hands because it's so cold. I need a holiday. A real holiday, preferably one that isn't scheduled around common, nationally recognized holidays. I want my own holiday. And I want a beach. And I want my own beach. And if this guy was there, well, I'd have no complaints.

It would be so nice.

Follow The Law

I know the "holiday season" is upon and it is supposed to be nothing but hugs and kittens, but when you work retail you kind of despise it all. Plus living in the city makes it impossible to drive around through the snow, the roads are never cleared up, parking is terrible and looking cute is harder to pull off when you have seven layers on. Not to mention that peoples moods get severely elevated in one way or another: if you're a happy person, you become obnoxiously happy; if you are more like Meredith Grey, well then all you have to do is re-watch season two to get my point. It's not like I'm anti-holiday, but the loveliness of it all wears thin year after year. So, what did I do to ensure I have something to look forward to? Demand I not be single yet again for the holiday season, no. Throw myself into a new hobby or an old work out routine, no. Dedicate myself to watching an entire television show that is no longer on the air but something I always meant to watch but didn't have the time, no. Well, that could still happen, we'll see. This season I picked an amazing looking movie and will begin a countdown towards it. I doubt I will have to see it alone, but if I must I must. In the past I would pick holidays or movie openings and convince myself I would have a date to bring to it, or celebrate it with. It seems like those are the unwritten laws of the almighty holiday season. The greatest gift is to have a lover to give a gift to, from a material stand point. Carrie and Miranda have a very prudent conversation about this on Valentine's day in the first film. If you're in a couple or a relationship, you don't notice how centered around you the holidays are. The holiday season is a heightened couples season, but I don't really feel like following the holiday/couples season rules this time around. This year, I'm taking a more relaxed approach. I've got the boys I live with to become closer to, I've got new friends to get to know better, I've got old friends who will be coming back into my life, and I've got Jude Law to look forward to. Which brings me to my film of choice: Sherlock Holmes. If you haven't seen the trailer yet, you are missing out. It looks fantastic, and even if it's shit, I get to look at Jude Law for about two hours. Yahtzee! Anyways. I think I might have created a drink. Amaretto and Lemonade. It's delicious. I only did it because I ran out of orange juice and had to substitute in the lemonade. It's even better tasting then the original drink of choice. I'll have to think of a name for it. Maybe I can call it the Jude Law, the amaretto is sweet and inviting and the lemonade is a little bitter and has a bite. Hahaha. Damn I'm clever. And I promise this was not a premeditated joke, I type as I think. Which is why the punctuation on this thing is always bullocks. I've got laundry to finish, a bed to make, another drink to fix, and some tattoo browsing to do. Maybe I'll rent a Jude Law movie later just for shits and giggles.