Days 583-585

Day five hundred eighty-three

June 6, 2014: People need to stop telling me to have a good weekend. Dude, I work retail, I am lucky if I have one day of the weekend off.

Day five hundred eighty-four

June 7, 2014: Coupons don’t work with doorbusters. It’s not my fault, don’t lecture me for the next five minutes how that is dishonest and manipulative on the part of the store. Look, yes, it is manipulative, but it’s not like a gun was held to your head to shop, and it’s not like I am making you purchase the items.

Day five hundred eighty-five

June 8, 2014: Much needed day off. Work has been particularly stressful lately, if you haven’t been able to tell. So I am not sure if I should be happy or sad that the next few weeks I only work three days a week.

Day 582

Day five hundred eighty-two

June 5, 2014: To be honest, what I really want right now is to go to sleep. I have been fine all day but I was suddenly was hit with the tired stick.

Days 580-581

Day five hundred eighty

June 3, 2014: I am typing this in Dvorak. To be honest I am surprised by how well I remember how to type this way. It has been a long time.

Day five hundred eighty-one

June 4, 2014: Well after three weeks of being cast into kids I finally had another shift in men’s. It was a slow day, don’t get me wrong, Wednesday is always slow, but it was positively hopping compared to men’s.

Day 579

Day five hundred seventy-nine

June 2, 2014: My hair looks great. Quite frankly the hairdresser didn’t do anything too freaky. I was expecting some punk hair due but he basically gave a better styled and cut version of what I already had. And why do I manage to always pick a scent from Bath and Body Works the year they are planning on phasing it out? I don’t mean to, it just happens.

Day 578

Day five hundred seventy-eight

June 1, 2014: Getting my hair cut and highlighted at JCP tomorrow. I am nervous, to say the least. I said the hair dresser could do whatever he wanted, and now I am kind of freaking out. I fear he is going to use the clippers on me.