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My Life Thus Far
2008-12-31 06:36:53 (UTC)

Reeks Of Quality

I've made my peace with UPS. While I was at work tonight,
I corned our UPS delivery guy in the back room and aired
my grievances. I was nice (because I'm a reasonable person
and I rationally know that it was totally out of his
personal control and therefore not his fault) but I let my
frustration be known. He listened politely and apologized
on behalf of his company and I felt better afterwards. I
don't know why the whole situation bothered me in the
first place, so I'm blaming it on hormones. Hormones that
are still raging within me (I know my period is coming. I
just know it).

Work was great. I felt like I was expected to be in a
hundred places at once, but since I'm one of those people
that thrive under pressure, it didn't bother me. It's
better than standing around not knowing what to do. I was
given a new charge. Her name is Alicia and it was my job
to get her comfortable with bra fittings (which I wasn't
able to do in one shift, but she at least picked up on the
bra wardrobing center protocol). She's an older lady (mid
50's) and I think she'll be an asset to the team (if she
sticks around). Having a specialist for every demographic
of customer is a good thing. There's nothing worse than
asking for help and then feeling like the sales associate
can't identify with you or your needs. So, it's a good
thing. I also got hit on by a regular (that comes in to
shop for his girlfriend frequently) and told I look like a
celebrity (she couldn't remember the celebrity's name).
Compliments are nice, but why don't I see what others see
when I look in the mirror? I think it's the lighting.
Leave it to Victoria's Secret to make a girl look her
best :)

When I got home tonight, my purse was here. Better late
than never. I like it much more than I thought I would.
The picture online didn't do it justice. It's not
ostentatiously designer. The D's and B's are very monotone
against the background fabric and there aren't any huge
duck heads on it. It's pretty understated yet reeks of
quality. It's not so much the need to have a designer
label anymore as it is a need for quality. I've looked at
so many bags in different stores and there's just
something lacking. Even my filthy rich mother-in-law
doesn't carry a designer handbag, but she understands my
reasoning. Her exact words were "every woman's got to have
a vice. I'm shoes, you're handbags". The lady speaks the
truth :) Ciao.




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