Mental Mondays- What Color is my Collar?

Hello Everyone,

I bring to you the tales of the retail wage slave!

Today I bring a mini rant about the snobbish ways of the Holier than though customer who thinks just because they don't have a retail job, they are automatically better than those of us who work in retail.

This particular story comes from a coworker of mine who had to deal with a particular seedy specimen. As I work in the middle of downtown, I am surrounded by business people all day. And I will openly admit that most of them are the nicest people I have ever met, but every once in a while... well... they leave an impression

So for this retelling of this particular story, we will call her "Lindsay".

So Lindsay was helping this one middle aged man through the hoodies, as he was looking for one to wear under his winter coat We had ones lined with this fluffy sherpa wool and they were super warm and perfect for him. Lindsay started telling him that she had just bought it for her boyfriend and that it looked super cute on him. He interupts her and states this particular statement

Customer: Is there anything in here that is not made for construction workers? I am not a blue collar worker!"

Lisaday: ... Excuse me?

She left him strictly alone after that.

We do not sell business suits, we do not sell dress slacks or shirts, that is not what we have ever or will ever sell. We sell jeans, hoodies and t-shirts. I'm sorry, I did not know that white collared workers don't wear jeans, and t-shirts on their day off, that they eat breathe and sleep in their crisply pressed brooks brothers suits.

for about 10$ for everything in the store... what the hell do you expect.

And this is by far not the first time any person has ever looked down their nose at me based solely on my profession. Don't assume that because I work at the local mall that I have no higher education. Excuse you, I have post secondary education, I could go into dozens of different office jobs (and not a secretary) or even enter a trade whenever I want, but that is not where my passion is. I have yet to find my true calling.. and trust me, I am on the hunt for it. I will go into whatever my heart wants...

Anywho...

I'll see you next monday!!!
Cheers!

Move Over Diamonds, Panties are my Best Friend!

SO TODAY...

is a wonderful day to update!

3rd update for the day! As today is a wonderful day!
as the last update was for nearly a week ago, this is one for the last few days!

and what's so super dooper special that I am updating 3 times today?

... well...

I've been working (Taa Daa!)

I know I know that probably wasn't what you were thinking was so special except except...

I LOVE MY JOB!

|I wake up every morning and think omg! I have the best job in the world!

.. I have this weird thing about underwear. I love panties, and take pride in wearing cute panties that make my ass look absolutely fantastic. In any color I like, and comfortable. And matching it with a bra that makes my rack look good and perky.

Hey, I may be a curvy girl with a little extra fat around the middle, but I have natural god-given rack that is hugely fabulous with an ass that skinny girls are jealous about that makes jeans look good.

... what can I say? I love my job!

anywho, as the new assistant manager I get to do things I love, catching small details and making sure things are running smoothly, and things are done.
... Yes I am a control freak, why do you ask?

well apparently they really like me, because I am taking over one of the largest stores in the city!

In other news, today in a specific incident, I was in the back room of my new store, getting familiar with all the stock and it's home on the shelves and one of the girls that was filling the floor asked me to pull this pink frilly bra.

and in the back of my head I hear a phrase. A drunken phrase that I find spitefully annoying. My friend quotes it frequently and it just gets under my skin.

"pink... is the new black." says a drunk avenged sevenfold member in a terribly cutesy but certainly drunk voice. "pink."

it repeated over and over in my head and i found myself saying that annoying phrase.

"pink, is the new black. pink..."
"pink, is the new black. pink..."
"pink, is the new black. pink..."
"pink, is the new black. pink..."
"pink, is the new black. pink..."
"pink, is the new black. pink..."

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

as I had this annoying voice reigning over what I was hearing, I thought about pummeling my dearly (soon to be departed) friend.

Rest in Peace Friend

you only have moments to live, so I would run little prey, because you are my friend, I will give you a head start 5 seconds.

1...2...3... BANG!

too bad! you suck!

FOOD CRUSADE STARTING!! EMAIL ME YOUR SUGGESTIONS!

It's Just a Jump to the Left

SO TODAY

I have plenty to report, My computer has been down since tuesday, so let's pretend we go back in time and it's tuesday.

let's do the time warp again!
[crazy dance]

So tuesday, I unexpectedly had the day off, so I decided to get some errands done! I went to chapter's to get a day timer. Because they have very chick (sh-ee-ck) portable cute daytimers (usually, anyways). Well... they didn't have any daytimers. Apparently May of that year is a bad time to get a day timer for the year we are in.

Go Figure!

anywho, since it is one of my fav stores (you don't want to know how how much I "saved" when my reminder to renew my card comes in), I decided to take a gander around the store. With me was a good friend and my fiance. We found this book that is called "Undateable".

... wtf?

So we flip through it and it was a book about what makes a man "undateable" and if you have nay of these characteristics, you would be considered undateable to sexy single women. The first couple were self explanatory. 1. bad facial hair (teen 'stach, soul patch, food in your big beard) 2. wigger clothes, when you are a upper class white man 3. moobs ect... and then there are a few that I really don't understand. Such as making movie references, or play DnD, and others like it.

... Things like that are a personal choice, I love DnD, I can understand people who don't understand. But hey, that turns my crank that people can strategize and have a big enough imagination to play these kind of games without any visual aids!

I know that not all people get that or are interested, but there are a lot of good looking social people who play DnD! We even group together to play in large groups, in the geek community. with some very attractive people, not just pimply little snot-nosed kids, who wear capes everywhere! but hey they do exist.

So, after being slightly offended (even though it's not directed at, but is trying to tell males what I want apparently), I flipped to the back!

SHE WAS A CHACHI BIMBO!!!

"ugly, but thinks I'm pretty" face with some not so very attractive man who has the smile of a douche bag, like "oh yea... you know you want me"

... uh, NO!!!!

anywho, after getting a good laugh at that stupid bitch, I decided that since I was alone for the night (my lovable fiance was working), I called up two of my guy friends (from my DnD group) and we went to Boston Pizza.

... we only went there because we couldn't decide on a place that had something we all liked

anywho, so I wasn't driving for once and so decided that I would treat myself to an alcoholic drink that I haven't indulged in for a while (it could be because I live with 2 recovering alcoholics hmmm... ) and ordered a cosmo. When it arrived, she said that they taste like ether. my response...

"Potion?"

She looked at me funny, and as she walked away, I asked one of my friends.
"I know the video game reference, but what the hell, in the real world, is ether?"

here was his response.

"In Final Fantasy, ether potions increase your mana. In pokemon, it increases your power points (for those who don't understand, that's ok), in the real world, it is a form of the date rape drug!" [his voice, is that of pleasantness, as though he is describing a peaceful happy scene]

... yummy!

momentarily after this little description, a waiter walks by, with a small patch of hair on his jawline, but it is 3 inches to the right of his face from where it's supposed to be...


UNDATEABLE!!!!

also, within the same dinner session, both of my friends received a phone call from a person I'm trying to avoid.

at comic con, there was s guest that this person who I wasn't trying to avoid at the time wanted her signature. He gave me his bag and gave me some money to get signed. Problem was, he gave it to me saturday night, and she wasn't there sunday. (AARGH!) So I had every intention of giving him back his bag and money, I had it in my vehicle to give to him.

But instead of texting me or messaging me where we can meet up, he called up my friends and asked them for my address.

... is he planning to rob my house?

No he didn't ask them to tell me to call him, or pass along the message about his bag and money. he essentially harrased my friends and fiance (yes my fiance) for my address!!!

CREEPY!!!

Dear Creep,

If I wanted you to know where I lived, I would have told you already.

you are a terribly annoying person, who I have protected to my friends and people who know you, who don't particularily like you, and yet here you prove them right and my wrong that you are just plain creepy and annoyoing.

thank you asshole, Go Fuck Yourself

love truly,

Tasha

Great...Now What?

SO TODAY...

I found out something rather interesting.

No I didn't win the lottery, and no the world is not going to end in 2012.

I was sort of eavesdropping. I didn't do it intentionally! I swear!
My fiance and his dad were having a little chat just about things that are making the other unhappy, that sort of thing.
I knew I was a bit of a sore spot for them. I told a little lie and got caught [whoops] but made my amends, but it doesn't go away that easily. I didn't know how they'd react to something that had happened to me, and even though I thought it was good, not everyone would see it that way and I was embarassed that it wasn't the "true" path of success. So I omitted it from conversation and directed it towards other things, well, despite my best efforts they found out.

Anywho, I knew my fiance tends to lose his temper, so I wanted to see how it was going, make sure no punches were gonna get thrown. I took a quick listen and this is what I heard.

My future father-in-law thinks I think he's an asshole, and that I can't look him in the eye.

... [Jaw drop]
excuse me?

I don't think he's an asshole, I think he's a great guy and a good influence on his kids. but the man can be terribly stoic, and I'm awkward sometimes...

... it doesn't mesh well

I like to think of myself as a vacuum [ yes, I suck.. hardy har har!].
I take in how people react, I throw a little bait out there, and if you seem open to some of my humor or ideas, we'll get along like old friends.
I don't really get any response from his dad, he just kind of stares. and the more he stares, the more I get awkward, the more awkward I get, the more he stares, and thinks I think he's an asshole... see the dilemma?

Well I hope someone sets him straight.. as I can't really without indicating that I was eavesdropping [it is the truth], I think he's a great person that I can learn a lot from and would be a fantastic grandpa, I almost think of him as a father figure, someone who can help me fix my car and ask how things work that I really have no clue, [He is an engineer, you know...smarty pants] He looks like he's a hard man and at first the man absolutely terrified me, but now after 3+ years, I know he's a big softy, and cares very deeply for his family, and my fiance is very lucky to have him as a father.

maybe I should try another joke with him? nah! I could see how terribly that would turn out
Yeah don't mind me, I'm just the girl that your son is having sex with... eek!
[AAAWWWWKKKWWWAAAARRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD]

and people say it's hard to face the girl's father!!!!!

[Meep!] What to do????

Pouting Like a Small Child

So today, about 6 hours ago someone had to rope my foot in a lasso and drag my sorry ass to work, kicking and screaming
AAAAAHHHHH NO NO NO NO NO!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME DO IT! NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!
[ten distinct scrape marks on the ground lead the trail of where I've been]

I really really really wanted to quit and be done with the whole place.

It shouldn't be called Calgary Co-op Bakery, it should be called (the worst of) High School.

SO... MUCH... DRAMA
(which is usually the same for any workplace)

My shoulders have knots the size of a basketball from the tug-a-war for my loyalty
whiny voice one: I'm right, right?
whiny voice two: No I'm right
OW! Stop ripping me apart!

anywho I went to work, fearing the worst. I said to myself that if anyone gave me crap tonight, I would quit on the spot and walk out that door, waving my middle finger like a blazing banner.

... and then I remembered why I like where I work. It's not the job or the drama, or the pay for that matter (but money is always a good thing)

It's the people.

It's not the people who fight for my affection (although they are usually nice people too), it's the people who have the "I really don't give a shit about your shit" attitude. The people who go to work and have a good time... and still work!

So I treated myself to some nice chai tea and am now watching my new NCIS DVD that I got for valentine's day from my sweetie.

No I do not really believe that this day is a celebration of love, it's just an excuse to buy stuff for my loverboy that he would normally tell me not too.

Valentine's day is not a day of celebrating love... that's everyday!!!

[breaks out into song]

Stop! In the name of love,
until you break my heart...

come on sing with me!
no?
How about...

I'm gonna run to you!
Oh! I'm gonna run to you,
When the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night
I'm gonna run to you

oh wait... isn't that song about an affair?
whatever it's catchy *snaps fingers*
[proceeds to dance like the white girl I am]
...aw shit, not again!

Death to Small Torture Device

I fucking hate alarm clocks!

no I do not despise, I do know dislike... I fucking HATE them!!!

This morning, my fiance's alarm clock kept going on and on and on, he'd finally push the snooze button, and I get deja vu 5 minutes later.

... and he really didn't want to get out of bed.

So when he finally got out of bed, my alarm clock is set 45 minutes to an hour after my fiance's, it rang 5 minutes after he got out of bed

I was ready to throw my phone at the fucking wall and would not have been any happier unless it shattered to little metal peices everywhere.

if the phone would scream, I would have been a lot happier to hear it's pitiful cries for mercy!

oh boy... I think I've finally lost it!