Things I didn't say at work yesterday

[alwaysamy]

1) Lady, the laws of physics will prevent you from wearing that tube top, even if the laws of good taste don't.

2) Who raised you? No, really, WHO RAISED YOU?!

3) Oh please, random young hot guy, with your slightly scuzzy bad-boy vibe, could you just stand there a while longer and let me look at you? Pretty please? With beer and cigarettes on top?

4) Do you really think it shows proper planning to shop for a suit for a 9 a.m. interview at 8:50 p.m. the NIGHT BEFORE?!

5) No, I'm not an escaped mental patient. The humidity has taken out its aggression on my innocent hair.

Comments

[vwbug.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear.

[amy37.livejournal.com]

And that was a *good* day.

Hey! I missed congratulating you on the school stuff! Go you!

[fufaraw]

OMG icon SQUEEE!

[ex-fashioni.livejournal.com]

I probably wouldn't have been able to restrain myself from 1 & 5, but then, this is me, we're talking about. There's a reason I no longer work retail. It's safer that way.

[amy37.livejournal.com]

You know, mostly it's not too bad. I like talking to people and the majority of them are not, um, the COMPLETE PIG BASTARDS the other ones are. The fitting rooms drive me crazy, though -- who does that?! Who leaves a dozen pieces of clothing inside out and on the floor?! Way before I ever worked retail (and I started at about seventee, in the juniors department at Bloomingdale's, where they recycled my paycheck every week), I never in a million years would have left clothes in the fitting room ON HANGERS, much less on the floor.

::takes deep breath. reminds self she is off today and tomorrow::

[fufaraw]

In addition to your other duties, you must also carry a digital camera or a phone with camera capabilities, so you may share things like 1 and especially 3 with the rest of us.

I'm sorry about #5. and #2--but #2 was almost exclusively my retail experience.

[amy37.livejournal.com]

Don't I wish.

This guy last night was maybe 25, if that, and in a faded white t-shirt, jeans slung down low (but not the too-big, stupid ones, just regular jeans) and stubble and a cap and the absolutely wickedest gleam in his eyes. Oh! Plus nice low, slightly rough voice and gorgeous hands.

I was sort of a puddle by the time he left. I think I complimented the shirt he was buying.

[fufaraw]

That sound? That you just heard? Was me whimpering.