Ladies who shop

Right today I was at work. Now my usual shift at NEXT is 3 till 7 on a saturday, which is shit, and its the time when stupid unorganised women come in, to buy the all important pair of shoes to go with their all important outfit which they need for their all important night out. And when you don't have the size of shoe they're after... they go ape. I feel like saying... well no offence love but those shoes aren't the main problem... because lets face it... you can't polish a turd.

But today was different. I didn't have a single customer who was a complete tosser, which was nice.

At the end of the day I do like my job. It's easy. And lets face facts... you can run off to the stockroom for a hour to put hangers away and if anyone complains "where've you been?" just use the excuse... "all the hangers had cubes on... so I had to take them all off". Works everytime.

I'm only joking.

I'm a good little worker really. Well that I think I am anyway.

But days like today (a Sunday)... make you feel good about yourself... because you haven't had to deal with any stereotypical boring women, whose main aim in life is to shop.


I've got a haircut tomorrow morning. I'm thinking of getting it cut a bit shorter. Straightening my hair has given me terrible split ends. I'm also thinking of getting it died black... or at least dark brown. But I'll keep applying the fake tan first so I don't look pale.

I WANNA BE ORANGE!!!!!!!!!!!!