<3 from Karyssa. Said today. And so true.
Work sucks. Worksucksworksucksworksucks. It's balls.
Toooodaaaaayyyyy. Got 188 boxes of shipment on top of the near-200 we already had in the stockroom. So over it.
...again. And what made today's shipment debacle so much more amazing was the fact that the handheld we use to scan in shipment kept dying and so we had to cut the fucking UPS labels off every goddamn box that we had to move out of immediate reach so it could be scanned in later. Poor Christina is probably having to re-scan 188 boxes as I type. If there's anything I've learned in my near two-year tenure at Guess, it's that I could NEVER be paid enough to be a manager at that fucking store.
And today was Chelsey's birthday. And she had to deal with all this shit. Suck. Ass. By the time we got all the boxes into the stockroom I just wanted to curl up and fucking die. THEN! Chelsey and I (and we're TINY, you guys!) had to team up and lift 50 pound boxes of bags up on top of the bays. Like 15 of them. INSAAAANE.
But Chelsey and I totally dove into the garbage compactor today on our break after a guy from Geoffry Beene tossed a bunch of plastic torsos and dressforms. Got two plastic males (one for Mike), and a female dressform for myself. WEWT!
I'm done talking about work. I'ma go get wasted with Mike somewhere. Heh.
Who has the next three days off? I DO, SLUTS!!!!
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