My loathing of Sugarcult was reinstated this morning. Goddamnit. I thought EVERYONE forgot about that horrible fucking song.
NO. THEY DIDN'T.
Anyhow. My entire shift was spent marking down, recovering, replenishing, backstocking, matching, sorting and SKU-ing shoes. IT'S LOVE. If I ever ended up leaving Guess (which totally isn't going to happen), I'd go directly to a shoe store. Seriously.
Which reminds me. THEY STILL HAVEN'T SENT THE GODDAMN TREASURES YET. If we don't have them by next week I'm just gonna order them off the fucking site. GUH. We soooooo need them what with all the markdowns I just did. The wall is getting empty. And the damn shoe tables keep filling up. Endcaps, please!
Mike and I went to Taco del Mar on lunch. I wish I had effing money. Jesus. His enchilada looked so damn tasty. Then we went back in early and I tried on some tops I'd been eyeing and he tried on girlpants. As always. Goddamn, I've missed Mike. Work is so much more amusing now.
I'm gonna pass out soon. I can feel it. But first I must locate the windex and clean the damn windows in Dr. Tran-sir.
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