I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich I’ve been work, work, work, work working on my shit.
So, as it turns out, not only was I able to secure a little part time job at uni, but I’ve also been offered a Christmas temp position back at home (say what?).
I hate it.
I’d envisioned spending the entirety of my Christmas holiday watching movies, seeing my friends, reading and soaking in a bubble bath.
Now I have to get up at 6am to catch a bus to the city.
The other day I was so tired I didn’t realise my watch was an hour fast so I accidentally waltzed out of the shop early, only to realise the actual time and have to awkwardly (and very stealthily I might add, I wasn’t voted most likely to work for Mi5 for nothing you know) creep back in and finish.
I ended this day spending five minutes trying to push open a pull door.
In front of a colleague.
It does have its perks though…
…like the other day I had a very funny conversation with an exasperated old man who was fed up following his wife around Christmas shopping.
I asked him if he was at least carrying her bags for her…his reply?
“No she likes carrying them…its a thing with you women isn’t it…the more bags you’ve got on your arms the better you feel”.
She wasn’t too impressed when she found him slacking off talking to me haha.
Ok I’m out of positives.
I spend the majority of my days manning the fitting rooms, which are empty 80% of the time so I’m insanely bored.
In fact I’ve been working on a little something something in my spare time.
“How to get Fired from your Retail Job” a self help book by Laura.
With highlights such as “have sex in the changing rooms” and “walk out before your shift ends”.
I’ll follow it up with the sequel “The Bus” an anecdotal book by Laura.
What was that?
You wouldn’t read either of them?
I guess I better stick at it then.
*Skulks off to changing rooms”
“Yanks curtains closed”