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Sucky people and sucky employees everywhere! I had quite a busy afternoon, and I'm really starting to consider buying all my family and friends' Christmas presents online and barracading myself in my apartment when I don't have to work!!!!
After I'd gone tanning and gotten myself all prettied up for the day, I headed to the mall. Which was a DISASTER area! I am not one to circle around and around parking lots to find a close spot, and it was a cloudy, dry day and normal temps for Wisconsin in mid November (39 degrees). I settled on a spot in Bum Egypt.
I walk in the door and it's MADNESS! Now, bear in mind, I am wearing 3 inch boots. They are not easy to walk in, not even with my experience in loving high heeled shoes. But I was zooming around people as if it were traffic on the highway. Every person in front of me was going at a snail's pace, and it seemed everyone had a stroller, and they HAD to stop every 10 seconds to give baby a cracker and stop the entire flow of traffic. There were people coming out of every corner and people going in ALL directions. I may suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder, because when I see that many people, I tend to somewhat panic.
I was only shopping to spoil myself for such hard work and to splurge a bit on overtime, considering due to my own neglegince and failure to keep vacation time, going on an actual vacation is out of the question. So I figure I'll spend my overtime money on a few small pampering sessions.
I wanted to get my nails done. There are several salons at the mall. But each and every one was packed, with some women even sitting on chairs outside the salons waiting their turn. I couldn't find one without a waiting list or a full salon. What, did everyone need to get their nails done JUST for Thanksgiving dinner? I just wanted to have pretty nails for once in a long ass time, because for once I can afford a splurge like that! So I didn't throw a fit or even say a word....just figured I'd get my nails done next weekend, or maybe even after the Holidays if that's what salons are going to be like.
I stopped at Victoria's Secret. The store had gone through some renovation in the past months, and the store is HUGE now. There are passageways to go from the beauty section to the lingerie section and to even the regular clothes/sleepwear section. I saw a deal on some panties. Three for $25. That's a steal at Vicky's. So I grabbed 3 that I wanted. Now, it seems around here, the older employees at Vicky's always come across as crass, snobby, and always ready to pin the "shoplifter" stereotype on any young lady they see. This woman walked up to me and practically shoved a shopping bag in my hand, saying "You'll need this bag if you're going to be toting around merchandise like this". Yes, you old bitch, because my tiny HANDBAG purse is really going to be able to handle 3 pairs of underwear and whatever else I might buy. I spotted a deal on some body spray and body wash (2 for $18) so I got those as well. Splurge #2 was successfull.
Then I proceeded towards my favorite clothing store, American Eagle. Before I could even get there, I was surrounded by people who work at the seasonal kiosks who literally come up to your face with lotions and body mists and shove them in your face and give you their spiel before you can tell them to get lost. This is really unprofessional and disgusting, considering people like my mother who are highly allergic to a lot of scents, won't appreciate some random stranger shoving lilac scented body mist in their face! I had ALREADY passed these annoying jerks once on my way to Victoria's Secret and had ALREADY told TWO of their associates at TWO different kiosks that I wasn't interested, and now that I was walking back in that direction, they felt the need to approach me AGAIN after I had already told two of their associates "No thank you, I am busy", that they HAD to just shove their product in my face and another one tried to grab the arm of a woman who was walking behind me. You should have heard her squeal, she was so taken aback.
I finally get to American Eagle after successfully telling the kiosk associates "NO!" for the 2nd time, and find that the store looks as if it were hit by a tornado. There were tweens EVERYWHERE. There were pants and shirts all over the floor. There were bare hangers on the floor. Nothing was where it should be. Frantic employees were desperately trying to fix the store up, and if I weren't surrounded by so many people, I would have gladly tried to help as well, because I'm infamous at that store for picking clothes up off the floor and putting them back and sometimes folding and re-arranging displays, but I was so disgusted at all the teens ripping and tearing the store apart that I figured my attempts would be totally in vain, so I left.
I went to Aeropostale. I was at my wit's end almost, and I figured this was the last store I could handle before losing my cool. It wasn't any Aero or American Eagle employees' fault by any means, but so many damn stupid people, out of control teenagers, and annoying kiosk employees, and I was ready to blow. I found a sweater, an undershirt, and went to try them on. There was a line at the dressing rooms, because besides the heavy amount of people trying stuff on was a little princess tween, her mother trying to hang on to her own body weight's worth of clothing, and a frustrated dressing room attendant who kept getting sent back to the displays to get other sizes, so she didn't have time to get anyone a dressing room. I felt SO bad for her that when I finally got a room and my shirt wasn't going to fit, I refolded the shirt and put it back the way I had originally found it. I unfortunately ended up in line behind the little princess and her mummy. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but all I could hear was the little princess whining about not having enough nice things. The total ended up being something around $500. That's $100 less than my monthly rent. She started whining that there were so many bags that she had to carry a few herself. Her mother ended up carrying the majority of the bags, and the poor woman nearly toppled over from the sheer weight of 30 pairs of jeans and 50 shirts or whatever they were.
I leave the mall (having to tell yet ANOTHER kiosk associate right after exiting Aero, that I didn't want their products!) and it takes 15 minutes to drive 5 blocks and get onto the freeway back home because of congested traffic and idiots in the middle of intersections, blocking people from turning left.
I went back to my parents' house and went out to eat with my mom. Surprisingly enough, nothing bad happened. I ate some good shrimp.
I had to do my weekly shopping at Wal-Mart. First suck was no sooner did I reach the parking lot that I saw an SUV parked in the handicapped spot (no tags) parked horizontally! I brushed that off and went inside.
It was an uneventful experience until I got out of the store and back to my car. Loaded up everything and checked for pedestrians and started to accelerate. All of a sudden, this homely looking almost brunette version of Carrot Top "girl" and her even more ugly boyfriend are darting across the parking lot, and I nearly hit them because they literally came running out of nowhere! Why were they running? I have no damn clue. It wasn't snowing or raining, it was chilly but god damn, anyone from Wisconsin is used to this, boo hoo, 39 degrees, boo hoo. No reason to run! So these idiots who decided to run across a fully loaded parking lot with moving vehicles decides that it was MY fault for almost hitting them. Carrot Top flares her arms at me and her mouth is wide agape but I can't make out what she's saying because I have my radio turned up too loud. Oh well, it probably wasn't anything coherent anyway. Don't pitch a fit at me because you almost got hit because you were acting like a stupid kid in a parking lot with moving vehicles! Go back to your boyfriend's mother's basement!
Some stupid bitch on the freeway on the way home refused to let me merge onto the highway. There was no one in the other lane, I mean, no one period for miles, yet this stupid old coot decided she was going to accelerate faster and faster and I got closer and closer to the merging point, and I had to hit the brakes, and I noticed as I finally got in, she hit hers as well. I slammed on the gas and blew past her so fast, she probably had to scrape out the insides of her Depends when she got home.
Oh sweet mother of Pearl, what an awful afternoon!
After I'd gone tanning and gotten myself all prettied up for the day, I headed to the mall. Which was a DISASTER area! I am not one to circle around and around parking lots to find a close spot, and it was a cloudy, dry day and normal temps for Wisconsin in mid November (39 degrees). I settled on a spot in Bum Egypt.
I walk in the door and it's MADNESS! Now, bear in mind, I am wearing 3 inch boots. They are not easy to walk in, not even with my experience in loving high heeled shoes. But I was zooming around people as if it were traffic on the highway. Every person in front of me was going at a snail's pace, and it seemed everyone had a stroller, and they HAD to stop every 10 seconds to give baby a cracker and stop the entire flow of traffic. There were people coming out of every corner and people going in ALL directions. I may suffer from Social Anxiety Disorder, because when I see that many people, I tend to somewhat panic.
I was only shopping to spoil myself for such hard work and to splurge a bit on overtime, considering due to my own neglegince and failure to keep vacation time, going on an actual vacation is out of the question. So I figure I'll spend my overtime money on a few small pampering sessions.
I wanted to get my nails done. There are several salons at the mall. But each and every one was packed, with some women even sitting on chairs outside the salons waiting their turn. I couldn't find one without a waiting list or a full salon. What, did everyone need to get their nails done JUST for Thanksgiving dinner? I just wanted to have pretty nails for once in a long ass time, because for once I can afford a splurge like that! So I didn't throw a fit or even say a word....just figured I'd get my nails done next weekend, or maybe even after the Holidays if that's what salons are going to be like.
I stopped at Victoria's Secret. The store had gone through some renovation in the past months, and the store is HUGE now. There are passageways to go from the beauty section to the lingerie section and to even the regular clothes/sleepwear section. I saw a deal on some panties. Three for $25. That's a steal at Vicky's. So I grabbed 3 that I wanted. Now, it seems around here, the older employees at Vicky's always come across as crass, snobby, and always ready to pin the "shoplifter" stereotype on any young lady they see. This woman walked up to me and practically shoved a shopping bag in my hand, saying "You'll need this bag if you're going to be toting around merchandise like this". Yes, you old bitch, because my tiny HANDBAG purse is really going to be able to handle 3 pairs of underwear and whatever else I might buy. I spotted a deal on some body spray and body wash (2 for $18) so I got those as well. Splurge #2 was successfull.
Then I proceeded towards my favorite clothing store, American Eagle. Before I could even get there, I was surrounded by people who work at the seasonal kiosks who literally come up to your face with lotions and body mists and shove them in your face and give you their spiel before you can tell them to get lost. This is really unprofessional and disgusting, considering people like my mother who are highly allergic to a lot of scents, won't appreciate some random stranger shoving lilac scented body mist in their face! I had ALREADY passed these annoying jerks once on my way to Victoria's Secret and had ALREADY told TWO of their associates at TWO different kiosks that I wasn't interested, and now that I was walking back in that direction, they felt the need to approach me AGAIN after I had already told two of their associates "No thank you, I am busy", that they HAD to just shove their product in my face and another one tried to grab the arm of a woman who was walking behind me. You should have heard her squeal, she was so taken aback.
I finally get to American Eagle after successfully telling the kiosk associates "NO!" for the 2nd time, and find that the store looks as if it were hit by a tornado. There were tweens EVERYWHERE. There were pants and shirts all over the floor. There were bare hangers on the floor. Nothing was where it should be. Frantic employees were desperately trying to fix the store up, and if I weren't surrounded by so many people, I would have gladly tried to help as well, because I'm infamous at that store for picking clothes up off the floor and putting them back and sometimes folding and re-arranging displays, but I was so disgusted at all the teens ripping and tearing the store apart that I figured my attempts would be totally in vain, so I left.
I went to Aeropostale. I was at my wit's end almost, and I figured this was the last store I could handle before losing my cool. It wasn't any Aero or American Eagle employees' fault by any means, but so many damn stupid people, out of control teenagers, and annoying kiosk employees, and I was ready to blow. I found a sweater, an undershirt, and went to try them on. There was a line at the dressing rooms, because besides the heavy amount of people trying stuff on was a little princess tween, her mother trying to hang on to her own body weight's worth of clothing, and a frustrated dressing room attendant who kept getting sent back to the displays to get other sizes, so she didn't have time to get anyone a dressing room. I felt SO bad for her that when I finally got a room and my shirt wasn't going to fit, I refolded the shirt and put it back the way I had originally found it. I unfortunately ended up in line behind the little princess and her mummy. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but all I could hear was the little princess whining about not having enough nice things. The total ended up being something around $500. That's $100 less than my monthly rent. She started whining that there were so many bags that she had to carry a few herself. Her mother ended up carrying the majority of the bags, and the poor woman nearly toppled over from the sheer weight of 30 pairs of jeans and 50 shirts or whatever they were.
I leave the mall (having to tell yet ANOTHER kiosk associate right after exiting Aero, that I didn't want their products!) and it takes 15 minutes to drive 5 blocks and get onto the freeway back home because of congested traffic and idiots in the middle of intersections, blocking people from turning left.
I went back to my parents' house and went out to eat with my mom. Surprisingly enough, nothing bad happened. I ate some good shrimp.
I had to do my weekly shopping at Wal-Mart. First suck was no sooner did I reach the parking lot that I saw an SUV parked in the handicapped spot (no tags) parked horizontally! I brushed that off and went inside.
It was an uneventful experience until I got out of the store and back to my car. Loaded up everything and checked for pedestrians and started to accelerate. All of a sudden, this homely looking almost brunette version of Carrot Top "girl" and her even more ugly boyfriend are darting across the parking lot, and I nearly hit them because they literally came running out of nowhere! Why were they running? I have no damn clue. It wasn't snowing or raining, it was chilly but god damn, anyone from Wisconsin is used to this, boo hoo, 39 degrees, boo hoo. No reason to run! So these idiots who decided to run across a fully loaded parking lot with moving vehicles decides that it was MY fault for almost hitting them. Carrot Top flares her arms at me and her mouth is wide agape but I can't make out what she's saying because I have my radio turned up too loud. Oh well, it probably wasn't anything coherent anyway. Don't pitch a fit at me because you almost got hit because you were acting like a stupid kid in a parking lot with moving vehicles! Go back to your boyfriend's mother's basement!
Some stupid bitch on the freeway on the way home refused to let me merge onto the highway. There was no one in the other lane, I mean, no one period for miles, yet this stupid old coot decided she was going to accelerate faster and faster and I got closer and closer to the merging point, and I had to hit the brakes, and I noticed as I finally got in, she hit hers as well. I slammed on the gas and blew past her so fast, she probably had to scrape out the insides of her Depends when she got home.
Oh sweet mother of Pearl, what an awful afternoon!
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