Work has officially invaded my subconscious. It's annoying to go to sleep thinking about Ipods, only to wake thinking about Ipods and then have to go to work to sell the blooming things. I don't earn enough money to even comfortably buy one yet I see people buying one, even two of them. All on credit, of course.
I'm working a bajillion hours this week. I thought I'd be taking it easy working back in womenswear next week until the personnel person came up to a handed me a new set of hours for next week. The damage: 6 days in a row of 8+ hours days and stupid customers wanting freakin' Ipods and should have bought them weeks ago. Customers will cry. Perhaps I will cry. But one thing's for certain: I will have myself a very boozy Christmas.
They boys club is annoying. I've been the only girl working in that department since Monday. One of the managers put up a notice in the storeroom: TV HiFi Christmas Get Together *insert day and time here* Girl/Boy Friends more than welcome. The Boy part was written in a different pen. Girls were purely an after-thought in this grand plan. I was very tempted to write on the notice: Yeah, girls work here too, and this one has a very hot boyfriend who was too good for *insert corporation here* a year ago
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