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londovir- by iamsab

I'm going to die.

I'm working long hours this week. The fact that I'm tired already does not bode well.

I'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!

When I worked in a department store, there was no limit on the amount of stuff which could be brought in, and no requirement that customers leave their clothes outside when they are done. The dressing rooms would get horribly messy! There would be piles of clothing big enough to swim in!

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.