How humiliating; i had to do my own work roster for the coming fortnight and could only afford to give myself 5 hours and then 9 hours following. Its times like these i wish i had ties with the sheik, inheritance or my own personal fortune. bollocks to that. And further more, what really grinds nails against the blackboard of my mind is when people come to me, waste my time asking lunatic questions about products/prices/sizes and then smile and giggle like its our little secret and say oh well, i paid much less for much more duty-free! thanks - i just wanted to know what i was saving and how worth it Duty-Free shopping is. Umm, excuse me? you waste my time while REAL consumers have their credit cards at the ready, you're blatantly telling me you won't buy from my place AND rubbing it in that i'm not making commission because while you were on yer fancy holidays, you bought the shit half price. WELL GO BACK TO HAWAII AND STAY THERE, BITCH. I don't have the hours i need, I'm not making any commission, and searching for new employment is impossible while everyone is feeling the strains of cut backs. Get a clue.
so what do i do? i go out with my friends in my super chic $10 mini dress and get drunk on $5 champagne, mostly bought by the others. I'm not rail thin, but slender would be fitting and it doesn't take me long to forget the worries of work, or my own name. muzel tov. good things.
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