It’s 9:55a.m.
I’m just getting home from work.
I got to work around 3:20p.m., yesterday.
I’m kinda feeling dead.
Inventory is such a draggggggggg.
Goooood-naiiight.
Don't trip, Chocolate-Chip!
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all bitches go to heaven (at Santana Row)
Apparently, it’s within my ~new~ job title to recruit new, top-talent associates.
I plan on using these cards to recruit people I find cute if I don’t awkwardly freak them out..
- Me: ... the body butter also goes toward the 5 for $30 promotion~
- Customer: Is that the kind of butter used for food?
- Me:
Last night was fun — I don’t remember much nor do I remember taking a picture with that girl.
Woke up, of course, to one of the worst hangovers ever.
Medium bowl of pho and two cups of water later, my hangover is gone.
All green lights to work — because I got called-in, today — and even get the first parking spot in the front!
I failed at my project because I didn’t finish everything within the time frame.
Whoops.
