'Tis the Season...

...for customers to be pissier than ever!

:)

I never write here anymore, which is a shame because a nice brain-dump would do me some good once every few days or so.

The closer my boss gets to me, the more I think she dislikes me. But at least she plays nice...sometimes. Everyone else seems to like me. Even the crazy one. Go figure.

Yesterday I opened a credit account, got a pre-sale, and even made $275 over my goal. Guess who still got in trouble--yes ma'am. Me. So I have now learned that no matter what I do, I will still get yelled at. I may as well go on a spree of "wrong" because I can never seem to do right.

On a side note, Nick and I got a kitten. A beautiful calico monster named Daphne. She's in love with Nick, following him everywhere and cooing around him. She likes to claw and bite me. But when she thinks I'm sleeping, she'll jump on me and curl up and take her own long winter's nap. I love her.

Thanksgiving will be had at my mother's house this year. My aunt recently moved in with her and I've been craving her cooking ever since. The last time I went over, Mom heated up several things just so I could pick at everything (real food isn't always easy to come by). I love my aunt's cooking. I think Nick will enjoy the low-key southern-esque food fest. If he doesn't, I sure as hell will.

Christmas will most likely be at Mom's as well. It's not like we have anywhere to go..friends to go see. Damn shame. I'm a pretty good friend. Ah, well. Nick asked if I want x-mas lights on the balcony. I was like, "YES!" :)

Hopefully we'll get a little tree and break-resistant ornaments. I'm already planning Daphne's x-mas presents. Ha...

No, I Don't Want to Help You

Clinique is taking a toll on me. Gift season is taking a toll on me. I'm getting retarded questions and demanding assholes that I just don't want to deal with. It's so obnoxious.

I was sick for a week. Got better. And now I've been sick for another week. Sort of getting better...

I've decided to plow through obscure netflix movies tonight. The first is No Vacancy (with Christina Ricci & Timothy Olyphant). It's pretty bizarre so far. Sleazy motel movies usually are. But damn, I'd be a liar if I said that Christina Ricci's rack isn't amazing. So jealous. She is my hero.

So be nice to your Clinique girls during gift. Because they're losing their fucking minds.

Gift Season

GWP season is a hated season for Clinique employees. Can you blame us? The masses will be there with outstretched hands and lying eyes begging for one extra free gift. Do you know how silly you sound? Maybe you should've pre-sold with us and gotten extra samples like the few people who did with me. It's depressing that I haven't yet cracked a grand in pre-sells and I only have 4 more days to hit $3100. It ain't gonna happen. I think the most depressing part is knowing that I am going to be so tired next week that I won't even be able to enjoy the week away from school.

Ugh.

So if you come to Clinique, no, you can't have multiple gifts. Yes, I know it sucks that the Clarifying Lotion is only 20 dollars instead of 21.50. There's a reason for that. Also, I'd love it if you bought multiple things and didn't just come to get that goddamned DDML. Don't you know that hurts my sales?

So bear with me, ladies.

09/09/09

Today is my mommy's 50th birthday. She doesn't look 50 and she certainly doesn't feel 50, but sure enough, she's 50.

I'm looking forward to spending today with her. I need a shower. I've also gotta pack some clothes and wait for Nick to call our lovely landlord about our lovely bedbugs. *grumbles*

I hate to drive all the way to CO Springs (BY MYSELF) only to have Nick come meet me 30 minutes later when they say GTFO. Goddamnit, I HATE BUGS.

Anyway, on to making today work. It's got to. I'm determined to give my mom a happy birthday.

God Damn It.

We have bed bugs. They live in my bed. *#&@((((((@.

I hate my life.

Beautiful?

It never ceases to amaze me when people hand me compliments wholeheartedly.

A lady called me beautiful today. I know I blushed (even through the Clinique blush--"Smoldering Plum") and stared at the ground like the bashful little shoegazer I am. Her daughter agreed with her and they were saying how beautiful my skin was, my hair color, etc. etc. It felt good, but weird, of course. I guess I never take it for granted when people compliment me. I don't always believe them, but I accept them graciously.

Always accept compliments graciously because when they're not there anymore, you'll be sorry!

Note: I don't know if I'd consider myself to be beautiful, but I think I'm not a bad catch. No, I'm not fishing for more compliments. I'd probably blush all my rouge off again...

Days Off

I love days off. I sit around and do everything I can't do while I'm at work (i.e. nothing). I want to sit on my ass with no pants and eat cheese dip. Why no pants? I don't know. It's easier that way. Means I don't have to run the a/c.

Anyway, I've discovered that Californication is a fantastic series. I love Netflix.

I haven't got a lot to say in here lately. I had a fantastic birthday. Really, I did. Nick bought me the Sims 3, my mother and I got our nails done and ate ice cream cake, and way too many people called. I love them. I love them all. In fact, can I have another birthday?