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[rachg82]

I love how I just spent a good couple hours, trying to find dosidella's address, so I could send her a Christmas card, going through every IM convo between her and I that I saved--convinced it would be in one of them--and every email, just to find out that no, it wasn't in any of them. But it was sitting on a piece of paper, on my dresser, in plain sight! I'm such a genius. Heh. I like how I could've just waited to get the addresses for everyone later, and written the inside parts of my cards now, or left her's until afterward, and done the cards for people whose addresses I had already, but I was all "No! There's a system here! Address on the envelope first! Then I write inside the card! And I can't just put this one aside, and move on for now! I WILL find this address, damn it!" Heh. I'm so fucking anal.

Hee, "fucking anal." That amuses me.



Heh, everyone's all "Rachael? Have a point? Guess there's a first time for everything." I bought my cards today! So I'll be writing them all up, and hopefully sending them tomorrow, or Tuesday at the very latest. I want to send them out tomorrow, though. We'll see. So, yeah, they'll be late, but at least they'll be postmarked before Christmas! Right? Think of it this way, it'll be like Christmas comes twice for you! Hee. Once on the 25th, and then a special Rachael!Christmas, later on! Okay, so maybe not. But shhh. It's the thought that counts, bishes.

I'm the worst Secret Santa ever, yo. See, I sort of need to like BUY it, tomorrow. Hee. *hangs head in shame* At least I finally wrapped willothewisps's present, though! To be fair to me though, I hadn't wrapped it before, because the giftbox didn't fit right, so I got a new one today which was bigger. Joyful wrapping commenced. Heh. And it has teddy bears on it (the paper, I mean)! I knew tink would enjoy that.

I bought my Mom and sister their gifts today, too. I got to the mall at like ten after five, but wasted at least five minutes or so on going to the ATM (I could've just used my debit, but it's still hard for me, and I didn't want to push that sort of thing, with all the crowds and people. So, cash it was), and by around 5:30, both gifts were picked out and I was waiting in line. Booyah! I told y'all I take no prisoners, when shopping. Hee. I got my Mom a pair of fleece pajamas like the ones I got her last year (part of the Personal Identity brand, which is actually for juniors. The ones I got her last year are pink, with teddy bears on them. Hee.), since she has worn them about every night and loves them. I figured she could use a second pair. Hey, I have three. I'm wearing one of them right now, actually! Heh. LOVE these pajamas. Ooh, and her's come with slippers, too! They're a few sizes too big, but I tried them on, and I'd be able to walk around comfortably in them myself (I'm two sizes smaller than her, too. But it works, it's just that you see at the end there's room where feet would normally be, and I kind of look like I'm playing dress-up. Hee). They're white and faux furry, with lamb heads over where your toes are! Lambs! Just like on the pajamas (which are blue, otherwise)! Heh, I get way too much of a kick out of that. Know what's even better, though? Lambs rock, because my name? Means "ewe", a female sheep. Stretching? Me? You shut your dirty mouth! Hee. Wait, so that means Mom is going to be walking around on metaphorical, baby versions of me. It's almost like having nancydrew01 for a Mom! Ha! (love you, Allie)

For my sister, I picked out a bunch of stuff for her bathroom. Corinne stopped by the house earlier today for a sec, (to give money to Mom, I guess, so Mom could go buy one of Corinne's gifts for Lance, for her), and I was asking what she wanted, and Mom suggested bath towels, and Corinne was like "Hey, that's a good idea." But, I'm not gonna get my sister a couple towels for Christmas. Oh, no. Bitch has a new color coordinated bathroom comin' her way. Hee. I couldn't get her the handtowels and washcloths, though. But I got her two big ole bath towels, a bath rug, a contoured rug to go around the bottom of the toilet (you know what I mean), and a matching toilet lid cover. All in a light blue. Got it all for a hella good price, too. Everything was on sale, plus my discount. Good fucking times. Heh. That's the one benefit of waiting till the last second to do Christmas shopping; you may have to rush, but at least you get all the sales.

Unfortunately, I didn't really have time to get other gifts, though. Well, I might've, if looking around and picking things out wasn't involved. Like, if I knew my brother wanted a certain CD, or my Dad a certain DVD, for instance. I could go into the corresponding store(s), and be in and out fairly quickly. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. I called Dad today, but he couldn't give me any ideas. I'll have to bug Mary tomorrow. Which means I have five presents to shop for, tomorrow. Dad's, Mary's, Kyle's, Nanny's and my secret Santa. I'm getting Joe's on Christmas Eve, because that's when Triple X comes out on DVD or something, my Mom says, and he wants it. Don't you all love when I chatter on endlessly about boring shit that's interesting only to me? I know you do!

That all being said, my night was all right. Not too bad. They sent me upstairs again, and although it was pretty busy, it wasn't as bad as yesterday. Yet we had the same amount of people. So I just focused on RAD ("ready-all-day", meaning at least getting stuff off the floor and on hangers, and making everything look decent. Ideally, though, it's supposed to mean everything sized and colorized, and blah blah blah). Probably sounds like nothing, but you'd feel differently if you saw the kid's department there. Heh. Seriously. Every rack is messed up.

Joy, the store manager, and I were talking fairly early on in the night, and I was like "I'm working on ready all day, and sort of trying to fix racks as I go, but it takes a long time here, and so I'm trying not to take too long on that, because I have to get the rest of the floor at least okay looking." and she was all "Oh, I know. Tell me about it. I've been going through the racks, myself. But, listen, if you're already doing that, keep going. Do every rack. The other MCAs up here are working on go-backs, and the pages. And if I have to compromise the cashwrap at the end of the night, so be it. We aren't supposed to, but. . ." (she meant leave some things from fitting rooms by the cashwrap, for the morning people to deal with, when our normal policy now is to always have everything put out when we go home. It used to be much more casual) and I was like "Right. With this season? And the way the floor looks? You can't even put the stuff out, because every rack has all sorts of random things on it." and she said "Exactly. Go-backs are important, but this needs to be done."

That put me in a damn near chipper mood. Heh. Because, DUDE, I've been saying for how long that they need to set aside a person to do nothing but organize that floor? And that if you always put the fitting rooms/freight and all that first, you're never going to be able to have a decent looking floor at closing, because the mess just keeps getting compounded, since it's never really been cleaned thoroughly. It's hard to explain, without you all seeing what it looks like. But just trust me. It doesn't make sense to keep putting things out, when every fucking rack is wrong. I know that if I walked in there, I'd be frustrated by the mess, and wouldn't want to take much time shopping. Whereas if the place is clean and nice looking, and clothes are easily accessible (rather than like so over-full on a rack that every time a person tries to get something off it, everything falls to the ground), I'm much more likely to spend some time there. So I appreciated the show of logic. Heh. Especially since it wasn't just "Make it all look good, but still do everything else too", it was "Go through every rack", with the obvious acknowledgement that such a task would take all night and be very slow-going. So I could devote my time to it, without feeling rushed or stressed. And also, you know, I wouldn't really mind working upstairs quite as much, if the place weren't a madhouse. When you're trying to keep up with fitting rooms, putting things out when there's no right place to put them, seeing all this mess, but not being able to do anything about it, and just trying to make it all look okay around the edges? For a perfectionist like me? Oh, Hell no. So of course I get a particular satisfaction out of taking six hours to do nothing but turn an area upside down, and make it right.

Just to give y'all an idea of how bad it was, I started out in one corner--the older infant girls section, and infant boys, and made it into most of the toddler boys area. I mean, that's what, not even the size of a classroom. I had a whole z-rack full of clothes that were just from off the floor, or in the wrong place. And most of the stuff I found in the wrong place, I just moved on my own, without hanging up there. So the fact that there was still a whole rack, after that, says a lot.

I was definitely having one of my Stupid!Rachael days again, though. Heh. It happens. Part of it is really just because I get anxious when dealing with people, so I'm more likely to stumble over words, or feel like I'm sounding dumb. Or just plain say things, and be like "Why did I just say that? God, shut up, Rachael!" And being all slow on the uptake. Like, me with the car door the other night. But with everything. Hee. God. Not just stupid feeling though, but annoying. Like, saying things, and then feeling dumb for saying them, or being like "Rachael, just stop talking, would you? Damn." For instance, they told me it was my job to face the toys and everything in infants, and fix the baby furniture, and I said I'd do it when it was closer to closing (because I was still over in toddlers, and they were all "Okay, cool"), and around the time of closing, I was just stopping what I was doing with the racks, so I could put away all the stuff I'd pulled off the floor and all, and was thinking "Oh, I said I'd do infant-toys and everything, and haven't done it yet. Should I go do it now? I still have this stuff to put away. Should I tell them this stuff is here, and go do infants, while they work on this?" and totally overthinking it. Then Korin walks by, and I ask her if there's lots over by the cashwrap, and she was all "Actually, I don't know, I was in home fashions, I haven't seen it recently." and you know when you realize what you were going to say was dumb and/or unneccessary, but then you feel like an ass for bringing anything up with that person, and feel the need to follow it up or something, so you don't seem all random or whatever? Yeah. So I was like "Yeah, cuz I still need to do these, and I said I'd do infants, but I haven't yet. Right. ([in head]Why are you talking? Rachael. Stop talking.[/in head]) So, like, I hope there's not a lot of stuff still. Thought maybe you'd know. But you don't. Right. I wonder if we'll be here late. You know? Like, you seen the rest of the floor?" and she was all "I have no idea." and (in my head) I was all "Why did I even say any of that? Why was any of it necessary to say?" I was like that all night! Words just kept coming out of my mouth. And people there complain and whine all the time, so I don't know why I care about this, but I mentioned how I was sore and tired a couple times, and then felt like I sounded really whiny and annoying. Of course I wouldn't think that of me, if I were someone else. But a substantial portion of my mental focus goes toward analyzing the appearance of everything I do and say, so yeah. Heh.

I'm trying to just not care as much anymore though. Like, okay, so I'm the resident moron. Well, maybe not moron. Perhaps ditz? Yeah. So, I constantly end sentences like "Right, so I think it's back in that room with the, um, yeah. So I'm g--uh, gonna go. . .and you can. . .right" with some sort of hand gesture or nod at the end, like it somehow makes what I said coherant. Heh. That doesn't mean they think I'm mentally unstable. Right? Right. I can deal with slightly spazzy. I mean, I am, so I might as well make peace with it. Heh.

In other random news, I love Honey, because she not only says nice things about me to me, but apparently to managers as well. She told me that she's told Peppy how I "work hard" and "make things look beautiful, and perfect." I was like "You better watch out, or I'm gonna hug you!" Hee. So sweet. Speaking of Peppy too, I realized today that my original nickname for her was actually Perky McPushyBitch, rather than Peppy McPushyBitch. Somewhere along the way, it changed. How'd that happen? I mean, Peppy works, but still. Weird.

Well, that was a helluva long entry on almost nothing. Whoo, I am the Rambling Master! Hee. Before I go, though, fishy? If I send you a card, should I send it to your school address, or your home address?

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[badfishgirl.livejournal.com]

At this point, definitely school. I mean, if you sent it at home, I would still get it, but I am thinking school is best for now.


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