New journal - forthineis

Every. freakin. username. is. taken. Gah.

I've tried

nephesh
isfahan
esfahan
asmara
asmera
ispahan
hispahan
elefantes
elefante
ruh

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?

I think I'm going to start painting again. I've been on a creativity kick lately.

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.

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.

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?
SB: MY CLOTHES WERE HERE.
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.

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 :|

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 :( :( :(

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.

I'm such a tool.

Yesterday I was running out to pick up yummy Thai take out, and I ended up putting a huge scratch in my parents' car. They were parked in the driveway, and I was in the garage. They were a little too far over to the right, but I thought I had enough room until I heard the crunch :( To my surprise, when I told them, neither of them seemed to care too much. But it's a pretty long scratch - about a foot long. Luckily I think it's just paint scraped off and and the metal isn't damaged. But there's a reallllly long scratch on my car. Good thing it's old and crappy and no one cares if it's scratched.

I'm officially completely disgusted by one of my co-workers. For some reason she doesn't seem to understand that wearing 3+ inch heels while working a 5+ hour shift probably isn't the most comfortable thing to do. So she keeps taking off her shoes at work and leaving black footprints everywhere because her feet are so nasty. But apparently it gets worse. We have a lot of little dust bunnies hiding under things at our store, and when she walks around barefoot she tends to collect them and other disgusting little things on her feet. One of our other co-workers witnessed her scraping the crap off of the bottom of her foot, throw it into the trash, and then go on ringing up customers or doing whatever it was she was doing. EW??? I'm surprised we haven't all come down with some weird fungus on our hands from using the same registers as her.

Why are Muslim women the worst customers, ever? I won't generalize and say all, but I've never had a Muslim woman who wasn't nasty to me. My other friends in retail say almost all their Muslim women customers are horrible. Even Muslim girls I know who wear hijab and work in retail, who are obviously Muslim, say the other women treat them like crap. It seems like most expect to be waited on hand and foot, and treat workers like slaves or something.

I just had a customer come in to work tonight. She's a regular, and probably one of the worst customers we have. She wears niqab, and she knows I'm Muslim, but she acts like I'm something slimy that just crawled out from under a rock.

Maybe I expect too much from them, and am judging them too harshly because I expect them to have some class and manners, but someone definitely needs to teach these women some manners before letting them out in public.

The job I interviewed for weeks ago finally called yesterday and said they wanted someone with more availability, but to call them if I do get more. ...In two weeks, I will be available open to close, every day of the week. Really, you want more availability than 'everything'?

If you're going to flake out for two weeks and avoid my calls, then come up with a better excuse when you finally do call me. In fact, an excuse wasn't even really needed.

If she can't handle hiring employees and rejecting applicants, she shouldn't be a store manager.

It's about 84 degrees outside right now. This is so awesome. I'm actually writing this while sitting on my backyard deck. See? (She's hunting ants, by the way.) But the other day it was around 43 degrees and I bet it's going to snow tomorrow because Wisconsin is just stupid like that.

I got How to Win a Cosmic War today, by my lover, Reza. I am so excited to read it :D But I think $26 for a book that's not even 200 pages long (if you exclude the glossary) is ridiculous.

My mom gave me this ridiculous book by Josh McDowell in an effort to convert me to Christianity. It's about how the Bible must be true and how there's irrefutable evidence that proves Jesus was the son of God. Oh, please.

On one hand, if you really believe in that stuff then it only makes sense if you want someone you love to believe too. So I can't blame her too much. On the other hand, this is annoying. I respect Christianity and it's cool if you want to believe that but I don't - accept it.

I'm going to read it just because. I'll probably find it humorous. But I probably know too much of Church history to really take it seriously. I don't know how someone can know how the Bible was compiled and believe it is the absolute truth and word of God? But okay...

Reza's new book is out today <3 I'll go get it tomorrow hopefully. I don't think I'll have time to read it till this weekend though.

Something weird happened last night. My dad went to take the dog out at around ten, and she started barking at the sky. So he called me and my mom outside to look, and there was a weird light above our house. It was oval-shaped and rather large, and was light blue, and it kept going in a big circle really fast. We thought it was a spotlight, but we couldn't see the beam of the light and spotlights never move that fast. We thought it was a plane, but planes can't move that fast in a circle, and if it was a light on the plane, the plane would have had to be stationary and only a specific type of jet can do that and there aren't any at the air force base in Madison so it couldn't have been that. So I don't know what it was but it was kind of cool.

I got my review at work too, and I was told I would be interviewed this summer for a manager's position when my boss goes on maternity leave for 2 months. That would be awesome if I got it.

Now I have to go finish an assignment, study and do chapter reviews for 4 chapters for a second midterm (wth?), read 2 books, write two papers, and make a "videography" for a class, as well as do a ridiculous amount of laundry. Kill me now.

I just ate Spicy Sweet Dorito's, toast with pineapple jelly, and mashed potatoes with diet cherry coke. Holy PMS cravings, Batman. If I didn't know any better I'd think I was pregnant.

I'm going to pay for this.

Last night I dreamt that there was a huge parrot sleeping in the tree outside of my window. I thought it was a rooster at first, but somehow when I found out it was a parrot that made more sense to me (wtf?). It was huge with really long feathers and it spoke to me. But it could only understand me if I spoke in a really high pitched voice.

I crack myself up.

I was messing around on craigslist today, reading the ridiculous things people write. I was going to go to B&N later, too, until I saw this...

It's 'no underwear Wednesday' at Barnes and Noble West

Reply to: pers-dfqmj-1113059155@craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Date: 2009-04-08, 12:44PM CDT


Short skirts! Sexy panties! No panties! Cleavage! These are the things that make days like today even more beautiful! Come to Barnes and Noble West side this afternoon and strut your stuff! Unless of course, you're too inhibited in which case stay home and read the Bible. I'm your friendly neighborhood voyeur and I assure you, I'm a good looking guy. I won't bother you, I just like to look.
Remember, WEST side B&N.

Yeah...nevermind that now.

I am so in lust with T.J. Holmes on CNN Newsroom. How have I never noticed him before?