Those of you that know I have a job -- both of you -- know that I hate it.
To quote a freind of mine, it's "like the gayest shit ever."
It's one of those retail dealies in the mall. Y'know, smile, nod, get the woman what she wants, try to foist the store credit card on her, and shove her out the door.
I usually get jammed in the back, in the fitting room, because, apparently, I'm not allowed to be around people. Or something.
I dunno.
I'm also allergic to the sheer quantity of dust that the store generates.
At any rate, I had a dream last night, where I got crushed under one of the manniquins.
Just thought I'd share.
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