"You shouldn’ta done that. He’s just a boy."

Anyway.

Terry made a fucking badass dinner last night. Meatloafies and red mashed 'tatoes and green beans. Love. Then I tried to go to sleep for a while, but that didn't really work out. I think I got a grand total of like 30 minutes. I only woke up 'cause I was laying on my arm all funny. Guh. Left at 9, got to worky and found that EVERYONE WHO WORKS THERE EVER was there for a meeting. That I knew nothing about, so therefore I was an hour late. FAN. TASTIC. But the rest of the night was good 'cause everyone fixed the entire store during said meeting and the rest of my shift consisted of me and a shoe specialist from Vegas redoing the entire shoe wall. IT LOOKS. SO GOOD. I took a picture of the complete masterpiece, but GUESS WHAT?!?! No SD card to stick in my computer, and I don't have a usb cable for my camera. Awesome sauce.

Took pictures of the YC denim monolith in all its perfection, as well. IT WILL NEVER. LOOK LIKE THAT AGAIN. EVER. 'Cause Mike and some other people re-did the men's monolith last night to absolute perfection (size stickers exactly where they need to be, denim edged and sized and set up to VMG) and the next night it was a wreck. Now, T.J. and I always had this theory that customers only dug through the denim and made a mess because about half the denim was usually missing size stickers. NOPE. Thanks, loyal Guess shoppers! You proved us wrong!

God DAMN, I wanna put up the pictures. UH! Need new sd card. Need it NOW.

As for delirium-induced antics... Mike, Pepper and I climbed all over the stupid quarter-powered rides outside in our sleep-deprived stupor. And we went through the McDonalds drive-thru with me in Pepper's lap and Mike blasting "Two of Hearts" by Stacy Q and practically singing it to the guy with the long-ass fingernails giving us the foodz.

"That'll be three-something at the next window."

"THANKS, GORGEOUS!" *I-I-I I-I I NEEDED! I NEEDED YOUUUU!!!*

Yep. Too lazy to recap the rest of the night. I don't think anything else happened anyway. Now I'm home (was just gonna grab smokes, but got side-tracked) and I'm about to head over to Gramma and Grampa's so we can do the tire thing before I pass the hell out. Woooo. Then it's probably back over to Terry's. If I don't pass the fuck out first.