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15 June 2009 @ 11:54 pm
New journal - forthineis
Every. freakin. username. is. taken. Gah.

I've tried


How do you say elephants in Hindi? Or arabic? Or anything.

and a million others. I won't re-name myself till I find a damn name I like. This could take forever. In the mean time, I look like a douche.
My username was always meant to be a joke but now with this crap going on it's not even remotely funny anymore. I think I need to change my username and get a new journal but I don't really want to abandon this one since lots of people know me by it. also, idk what to change it to. Thoughts?
14 June 2009 @ 08:27 pm
I think I'm going to start painting again. I've been on a creativity kick lately.
10 June 2009 @ 11:15 am
I'm really over the whole "jai ho" fad. Everyone says it like 5 times a day on Big Brother, I see it on Twitter, and I hear in every day life. It's amusing that people are using it but seriously...stop. That being said, Jai Ho is now my ringtone so if anyone calls me I won't pick up until I dance to it for a bit.

I'm 20 now. Some friends and I are going down to State St for shopping and lunch in a bit for my birthday. I have a feeling this won't work out well. Seems like since I turned eighteen any time I try to celebrate it people bitch about my choice in restaurants, "accidentally" forget their money, or just don't get me a present. I don't actually want anything but Jesus, a card would be nice, or picking up my bill when we go out to dinner would be the decent thing to do I think. I do it for everyone else.
19 May 2009 @ 07:29 pm
I finally gave in and watched Ghajini. It was okay but I don't see what the hype is all about. I think my dad enjoyed it more than me. Memento & The Crow are much better.
17 May 2009 @ 08:36 pm
ANOTHER work rant - I can't help it. I have NEVER been so close to bitching a customer out until tonight.

We close at 6 on Sunday. This girl (who I will refer to as stupid bitch, or SB for short) comes in at 5:50 and starts looking around. My manager tells her at 6:05 that we closed 5 minutes ago. She ignores her and keep browsing and trying shit on. Meanwhile, I go in back to clear out the fitting rooms and I come across a room with clothes EVERYWHERE. So I empty it out, and notice that a pair of pants there smells like ass - gross.

Ten minutes later, SB asks for a room. I open one for her, and the exchange goes like this:

SB: Where are all my things??
Me: I'm sorry?
Me: I'm sorry, I thought they were put-backs. I'll get them for you.
SB: are you stupid? My real clothes were in there, and my money, and they were organized as to what I did and didn't want. Can't you tell I'm wearing your clothes?

NO THEY FUCKING WERE NOT, THEY WERE IN A PILE ON THE FLOOR GTFO. Oh, and also, no I can't tell that you're not wearing your own clothes because I don't give a shit. The clothes she wore in were actually clothes that she bought from us, and that we still have on the sales floor, so there was no way for me to tell that they weren't ours.

So I apologize again, and pick out the clothes that were hers. She has her hands held out for them, so I give them to her. THEN SHE THROWS THEM BACK AT MY FACE and says to me, "You work here, you can pick them up. You want my business, don't you?" Actually, no, I don't want your business or your money, I want you to get out of my store. So I let her info a fitting room, threw her shit on the bench, and walked away. Since when are retail workers slaves? (Don't answer that) Since when do we have nothing better to do that sit around after the mall clothes and cater to your bitchass?

Then, when she was leaving, she asked my manager where her bag was. I guess she had put a bag of stuff behind the counter and expected us to watch it for her without telling us. My manager was confused and she starts screaming, "I HAD A BAG WITH $400 OF CLINIQUE IN IT, WHY DIDN'T YOU WATCH IT???" We found it for her but omg.

What. the. fuck.

and btw, the pants that smelled like ass were hers.
16 May 2009 @ 10:16 pm
Backstory: I work at a woman's clothing store in a mall. When someone new clocks in, especially a manager, it's company procedure to tell that person how much money is made/needs to be made to meet goals, how many credit cards we need to sell, all of our promotions we have going on, etc. I think this is probably pretty standard for most retail stores. My store manager has a pretty loud voice naturally, and when another manager clocked in, she gave her a run down of all the goals, promotions, etc.

Ten minutes later, I get this gem:

Woman: Was that your store manager that just left?
Me: Yes, but is there something I can help you with?
W: I have plenty of complaints to make about her. I think I'll need to contact your company.
M: I'm sorry, I can give you the district manager's contact information. May I ask what the problem is?
W: Well, when I walked in here I almost walked right back out. I was so offended by what I heard, you almost lost my business completely. I overheard your store manager telling the other girl all this stuff about money and credits and rewards points. That's just horrible! I can't believe all you care about is money!
M: I understand, but please know that it's a company-wide procedure that we let all new managers know where we are with the sales goals the company gives us.
W: I don't care, that's just so unprofessional. You shouldn't be speaking about things like that. *grabs her stuff and storms out*

Does this moron seriously think we all just do this shit for fun, and that businesses don't need to make money to stay open? Most of us do care about helping the customer find what she wants, but at the end of the day, we have goals that need to be met in order for our store to stay open.

btw, the talk of "rewards points" she was so offended by is actually a promotion that benefits the customer by sending her money :|
10 May 2009 @ 11:06 am
I'm so disappointed :( George Galloway will be speaking in Milwaukee and I won't be able to go. I've got no one to go with and I don't want to make the drive alone :( :( :(
04 May 2009 @ 04:58 pm
My mom has to be at the hospital at 6:30am tomorrow. Her surgery is at 9:30. That's crazy early. But the hospital has valet parking. How totally awesome is that? When we pay ridiculously high prices for health insurance, I sure as hell better have someone to park my car.