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Dec. 10th, 2002 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82I don't have to work tomorrow! Yayness! I totally need tomorrow off too. My body is all "Sit your ass down, woman! I'm sore!" Even the trolls are bitching. Hee.
Three MCAs called in sick tonight (one from upstairs, two from my area), but we were fine. There were still like three people upstairs, three in men's, and three where I was (they sent a new girl over from men's, to help out). And it wasn't busy at all. After how wicked busy it was this weekend, it was weird. So, I got a lot done. Lots of sizing and straightening, which pleased the perfectionist in me. Heh.
Speaking of how I'm a perfectionist, I was in perfumes tonight after closing (Honey and the new girl had already gone through, but I don't know how they possibly thought it was done. I mean, I do with the new girl, but Honey either just doesn't know the standards, or she doesn't care. So I went through and faced everything myself) and Honey walked by and said "Nobody could be you, darling" and I was like "Huh?" and she said "No one could be you. So organized and. . ." and I was like "Hee. Thanks!"
I really am a perfectionist though, especially at work. Always have been. People are always making comments, as they watch me work. Because I make things look beeyootiful! Heh. Hey, at least someone there is a perfectionist. I wish others there could be that way a little more. I mean, not to the point of being ridiculous, like Peppy. Just to the point of caring about making that tiny bit of extra effort to make things look good. Like, instead of just taking the very top shirt off a pile and folding it, then leaving it, you make sure the rest of the shirts are folded evenly and they're all lined up. And, if you have time, size them. You don't always have time to size, but making sure the shirts line up should always be done. It doesn't take more than a second, and makes a huge difference in how they look. But, whatever.
No sign of my lovah tonight, though. Too bad. I was looking kind of nice. I was wearing this cashmere sweater my Grandma gave me, with a color I don't really have a name for. Not pink, not red, not orange, but some funky color in between all of them. Something that's nice is that I can see the weight I've lost over the years, when I look in the mirror now; I noticed it especially today. Specifically in the thighs, which is the area that's always bothered me the most. I'm still not happy with them, but they don't stick out nearly as much below the hips as they used to (I've always been bottom-heavy. I lose weight in the waist first. Gain it in the thighs first, and also lose it there last). You know that area. Saddlebags, right? Yeah, I hate them.
You know what sucks? I've been looking forward to the end of the holidays, because it's been so crazy at work, but when they end, hours are going to totally go down. I don't know if they'll go down to quite as low as they were in Intimates (it's slower in that area than where I am, now), but still. Working 35 hours a week, like I am now, can be hard on the body, but I'm definitely not mad at the money. I don't mind going down to like 20-25 hours, but I worry it'll go lower than that. I need money, dang it! I mean, I don't get child support anymore, because 1. I'll be turning 21, so Dad wouldn't be required to give it to me anymore, even if I was in school, and 2. Even if he were willing to help me out on his own, he can't, because he's still unemployed. That? Sucks. Eh, I'll work it out somehow. If it means I have to only take a certain amount of classes at a time, that's okay. I'm no fan of taking 18 credits at a time, anyway. I have no idea how people manage that kind of shit. Not while working on the side, especially.
I've got to do some serious Christmas shopping, these next two weeks, yo. I didn't realize it's coming up so soon. At least I work at the mall though, so it's not like I'm not there all the damn time, anyway. I'm going to be all about buying people's gifts at Sears, too. Hee. Employee discount like a mofo!
Three MCAs called in sick tonight (one from upstairs, two from my area), but we were fine. There were still like three people upstairs, three in men's, and three where I was (they sent a new girl over from men's, to help out). And it wasn't busy at all. After how wicked busy it was this weekend, it was weird. So, I got a lot done. Lots of sizing and straightening, which pleased the perfectionist in me. Heh.
Speaking of how I'm a perfectionist, I was in perfumes tonight after closing (Honey and the new girl had already gone through, but I don't know how they possibly thought it was done. I mean, I do with the new girl, but Honey either just doesn't know the standards, or she doesn't care. So I went through and faced everything myself) and Honey walked by and said "Nobody could be you, darling" and I was like "Huh?" and she said "No one could be you. So organized and. . ." and I was like "Hee. Thanks!"
I really am a perfectionist though, especially at work. Always have been. People are always making comments, as they watch me work. Because I make things look beeyootiful! Heh. Hey, at least someone there is a perfectionist. I wish others there could be that way a little more. I mean, not to the point of being ridiculous, like Peppy. Just to the point of caring about making that tiny bit of extra effort to make things look good. Like, instead of just taking the very top shirt off a pile and folding it, then leaving it, you make sure the rest of the shirts are folded evenly and they're all lined up. And, if you have time, size them. You don't always have time to size, but making sure the shirts line up should always be done. It doesn't take more than a second, and makes a huge difference in how they look. But, whatever.
No sign of my lovah tonight, though. Too bad. I was looking kind of nice. I was wearing this cashmere sweater my Grandma gave me, with a color I don't really have a name for. Not pink, not red, not orange, but some funky color in between all of them. Something that's nice is that I can see the weight I've lost over the years, when I look in the mirror now; I noticed it especially today. Specifically in the thighs, which is the area that's always bothered me the most. I'm still not happy with them, but they don't stick out nearly as much below the hips as they used to (I've always been bottom-heavy. I lose weight in the waist first. Gain it in the thighs first, and also lose it there last). You know that area. Saddlebags, right? Yeah, I hate them.
You know what sucks? I've been looking forward to the end of the holidays, because it's been so crazy at work, but when they end, hours are going to totally go down. I don't know if they'll go down to quite as low as they were in Intimates (it's slower in that area than where I am, now), but still. Working 35 hours a week, like I am now, can be hard on the body, but I'm definitely not mad at the money. I don't mind going down to like 20-25 hours, but I worry it'll go lower than that. I need money, dang it! I mean, I don't get child support anymore, because 1. I'll be turning 21, so Dad wouldn't be required to give it to me anymore, even if I was in school, and 2. Even if he were willing to help me out on his own, he can't, because he's still unemployed. That? Sucks. Eh, I'll work it out somehow. If it means I have to only take a certain amount of classes at a time, that's okay. I'm no fan of taking 18 credits at a time, anyway. I have no idea how people manage that kind of shit. Not while working on the side, especially.
I've got to do some serious Christmas shopping, these next two weeks, yo. I didn't realize it's coming up so soon. At least I work at the mall though, so it's not like I'm not there all the damn time, anyway. I'm going to be all about buying people's gifts at Sears, too. Hee. Employee discount like a mofo!
