I'm going to die.
mood: 
exhausted
exhaustedI'm working Juniors and Misses over at Kohl's and tonight was my first night at Misses. The place is out of control. I already hate my Misses colleagues somewhat for letting the dressing room returns pile up to unimaginable levels. My partner, who's been at Kohl's for awhile, tells me that the associates in Misses are "very lazy." Joy.
There is a silver lining to all of this, however. The fact that I'm killing myself on the job front means I will have the money to purchase season 3 of B5, something that I'm coveting even more intensely in the wake of
selenak's fantastic analyses.But now, to bed.
Ich, dressing rooms stink!
After this experience, to this day I never complain about the "maximum article rule," and always hang everything on the hanger and leave it outside the room when I can.