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Monday, January 25, 2010 / -frank hagen & andrew garcia, "sandbox"


Did you guys saw him on American Idol auditions?? I sure did and I freaked fer no reason. I get all excited and told my sisters, they looked at me like I'd grown another head.

Anyway, WORK! It was crazy. The kids there were great, I get along and all. The managers were fine (I was late three times in a row and they'd still joke about it. Today, I was early they were surprised enough I don't need to tell them that actually, my father Fast & Furious-ed down the road; and this time it wasn't even my fault, I'd woke up and prepared an hour before going out. Dad takes his time. Guess where I get that from..). My job was just to keep my side of the place in order. Sounds easy enough? Not really no, not when you're doing some things on replay. And the place where I work IS a warehouse which also means there's no air-condition and it was really really warm. I don't like it because it makes my face red and my body sticky..

While some customers could be really understanding to the point of folding the clothes that I had messed up, most of them were a pain/plain rude/weird/??

Here are some situations:
  • I was busy minding my own business stacking neatly a pile of ladies pants I'd folded when this guy suddenly said, "You really think I'm buying these fer myself?" I got irritated of course and I must have gave him the vampire look (as Priscilla would've said) while saying, "But what?! No..." He continues to explain when I don't actually care, he says they were for his wife and daughter. Like I said, I-Don't-Care.
  • "Where's the guys section?" Another customer, he was obviously not straight, the way he moved his hands waving them exaggeratedly while asking, while it was just beside him. I thought he might be asking fer the wrong department because he did after all bought himself a ladies blazer. I still wonder what's actually on his mind.
  • "Can I try this on? Please? I'll just try it quick and take them off. Why can't I try. I'll try it.. Okay?" We did paste posters EVERYWHERE around the room stating 'No Trying'. I have nothing to say.
  • A customer wanted to know the size of pants she was currently wearing and she asked me to take a peep fer her. I don't know if this was supposed to be a normal thing so I looked around thinking, "Is this PG13 or NC16?"
  • You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw. You fold, they ruffle and throw.... I have to add, fold 'Neatly'.
And these are the only few ones to name. I'm tired like never before and my backbone feels like it's gonna crack into half anytime soon. I better sleep, I wanna catch New York, I Love You, hopefully by tomorrow (my only off day)..
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