So I just came back from work (yes JUST came back from work) at let us call it POS- Plethora Of Shoes-where people seem to always find ways to stuff the wrong shoes, in the wrong boxes and place them, nicely, in the wrong section. WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is it impossible to put things back where you found them? Did we not all learn this lesson when we were children? Put it back where you found it....so simple, simple lesson. You see something, glance at it, lose interest PUT IT BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
Don't drift around the store, when you know you have no intention of buying the shoes-stop kidding yourself-thus creating a larger job for my coworkers and I at 11:00 @ night to put all the shoes back where they came from!! This is a big fucking store, are you serious? I have only been working here for a month, do you actually expect me to remember where every display shoe is, where every sandal is located after you drag them across the sales floor, through clearance, left at clearance, for me to find it later on that evening with only one shoe in the box because the other one is located in the isle where the shoe belongs!!! Really though??
Simple lesson that you learn when you're 5.....put shit back where it belongs DAMN!!!
Like my grandfather says....Everything has a place, and there is a place for everything.
Everyday, this job just tells me that retail is not for me career wise. As a part time job, while I survive school sure.....for the rest of my life NO WAY!!! At least I don't work on commission.....then my life would really suck, because when people walk into POS they think they know everything. They know where everything is, they got this. Then they find me later asking me where the heels are even though they are right in front of their faces. HOT MESS!!!!!
Then to top it all off it's finals week at my university and I have been pulling all nighters for the past four days studying, finishing assignments, that I should feel accomplished, but don't because part of the reason I had to is because I am a procrastinator. I always wait to the last minute, and it always bites me in the ass to infinity, and I still do it......I don't get it. Another lesson you learn from infancy......Learn from your mistakes!!!
As a baby you burn your hand on fire, you learn never to touch the pretty red thing again. You hit your teens, you fuck up in school via procrastination..........you keep fucking up in school via procrastination in many different forms. Shaking my head at my own stupidity.
On the train ride home I wrote a poem, tired nonsense that came to my head:
Lewis Carrol wrote nonsense, so why can't I?
Jaberwocky was just a momentary cry of insanity,
from a mind that was under the influence.
Some of the greatest works comes from those a little off their rocker,
van Gogh cut off his ear and now has masterpieces in museums,
I mean would Lucy have flown with diamonds
if Paul and John had been sober?
I-M-A-G-I-N-E
I've never been high,
but I've always wanted to try;
just to see what would happen.
I wonder if I'll go mad or
be ingeniously inspired.
Will I get angry with a past offense or
cry at my own loneliness?
Will my sexual prowess reveal herself or
will I fall into myself, deeper than before?
I think of the last couplet, I prefer the latter-
it may bring about a profound understanding of myself or
at least a more interesting subject.
Perhaps I won't feel anything at all.
I'll make sure I have a pad nearby to tell you. ©
What do you think??
I think I'm too tired to think anything.....I hate finals week!!!
But the only thing I hate more is POS!!!! (hahaha)
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