Forget it, I ain't that dedicated

I didn't even get to do the window at work tonight. Instead, I had the pleasure of finishing up the baby backwall tshirt display and all the marketing. Let me tell how fun it was to do that, climb up and down an 8 foot ladder for six hours, and arrange tshirts to kingdom come....all without the freakin air conditioner working, so it was 81 degrees in the store. Add spotlights shining in your damn face and it makes it even worse. And being exhausted and feeling like shit, well, yeah, you're smart people, you get the idea. THEN two guys came to do the fucking floors. What the shit is that kind of fast trick Dee pulled on me? I asked Kelly if there was any way I could leave because at the store until fucking 3am and I have to be in court tomorrow. She said yes. Thank God! No fucking way I was staying until they were finished with the store, no fucking way at all. Screw that shit. I am sick and tired of being the only one that works the day after a late night. On top of being sick and tired, that's just pure exhausting.

On a lighter note: I had to buy a visor that I took off one of my mannequins yesterday. It's not really my style, but because I was so aggitated at work last night, I kept it on and didn't want to put back on the sales floor. I also bought a tank top to see if it fit, and it does. Pretty nicely too. So that's exciting. I might be able to use my employee discount for myself after all. ;)

Thanks to he-who-does-not-like-the-spotlight for fixing the new template I found for my blogger. Now it's all red instead of just part of it being red. Just in time for playoff fever! I think the slogan this year is dumb and I almost swear it's been used before, but I'm not in charge of Red Wings marketing, so it's not my fault.

I am off to try and get some sleep so I don't look like hell warmed over and undead in court tomorrow.