I Wanna Be Your Blown Away Baby

Take your mannequins and shove them up your ass
Okay, fuck this. So today at work was the general array of crap that neither me nor Kayla needed. We arrive as usual, after I pick her up due to her car being broke'd, and meet up with Val who is her usual cheerful morning self with only good things to say about us. Ugh. She makes us tear down a wall of clothes and put it back up in 20 minutes because when this head honcho visual comes in she'll expect us to have it done in 15 minutes and what not. Thats fantastic....but ridiculous expectations. Apparently this girl, Mocca (you know she nicknamed herself after watching way too much Americas Next Top Model and figuring she was too fat to do anything productive herself, so she'll nazi stomp teenage clothing stores) has made people cry before because shes so demanding of visuals. She asked someone before "why are you even a visual?" if she askes me that I'll straight up say "because I was told i'd be an assistant manager and somehow that mysteriously fell thru, so you get back with ME.". I don't mind what I do, I just find the unnessisary bullshit that Val feeds me and critiques us on to be wrong. Everyone in the store can see my distaste for her. And I go out of my way to play around with her and not take myself seriously and enjoy myself. Which I can see she thoroughly can't fucking stand. Thats right, I get my work done AND enjoy myself, my associates and customers. Sod off.

Val supposedly asked Gina if I was elligable for a raise because I make only EIGHT DOLLARS/8.00 an hour, and visuals START OFF making NINE/9.00 an hour. Apparently I need to WAIT SIX fucking months to get a raise. Okay, if I am a visual in 6 months, something is pretty fucking wrong, and I will NOT remain a visual for 8 dollars. I am (un)officially looking for a possible new job. How does H&M pay? I don't care if I am full time, no one can fucking live on 8 dollars an hour. I am not in high school, I am in the real fucking world in a bad economy. I am not playing fashionista, I am doing my damn hardest. If Gina thinks "so highly of you (me)" then why fuck me over? Prove you think highly of me, pay me more. I mean, you can't even give me FIFTY CENTS MORE?

I really need a good break from this. And this weekend will be it. I am sooo anxious for it. I can't wait to do a mini road trip and pick Angela up from Toledo. Google maps has the option of seeing the turns and streets and its adorable. Reminds me of like Northville and such. Easy drive, less than a hour. Then i'll spend the whole day having a BLAST. Ahhhh! I can't wait to meet her! I hope she has a fun time. We're going to take a ton of pictures to narrate the day and our adventures. Heres to a good time! I am borrowing a bit of money from my mom (who offered, of course) for the weekend. She was really nice to offer, considering I am dead broke right now. Also Angela is helping pay for a lot, which is so sweet and considerate of her. :) I will definitely repay her and when I visit her neck of the woods soon after will do my share of making it rain.

Or snow more like it.

I feel winter. I feel it touch me and never call me back.

Current Mood: full
Current Music: Clipd Beaks (every song sounds the same, does it even matter?)

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