Counting Down the Days

The days are closing in and soon enough the store I work at will be closed.
For the past three years or so, I've been working at Boutique Colette. A women's clothing store for more or less the older generation, let's say mid 30's to whatever. In November, we learned that business was not good and and that the owner was trying to sell the company but failed to do so. We were all informed that the latest that we would be open would be the end of January but it could be any time before that.
I've complained a lot about where I work to the people around me, saying the pay is shitty and the women I work with are more difficult that a bunch of kindergarten kids, but it does make me sad to think about it all coming to an end. I absolutely adore the people I work with, and it's one of the reasons why it was always hard for me to want to leave.
Anyways, in the past few days, the two other stores that were in the mall that belonged to the same company, closed. All their stuff was sent over to our store. Last week, the store was practically empty, now it can hardly hold what's on the racks. What's worse is that tomorrow, we're receiving 5000 more pieces from a warehouse store that also closed. I can't even imagine it! I've been working 40+ hours and my body is running on empty. I wish I could stop now, end it, but I know the worst is yet to come. It's strange how human behave when there is 50%, 60% and now 75% off. They see yellow signs and its like DING DING DING! what a deal! GRAB WHAT YOU CAN!!! They're animals I say, animals. It's kind of disgusting, actually.
Yesterday we got in 1600 pieces from a store in a Quebec that closed and while I was opening boxes, people would just crowd around me and try to touch the things I just took out, even though before they can go on the floor I have to make a count and make sure everything matches. But no, people can't even wait two minutes for me to do that, they use their dirty fingers and try to grab the first things they see. The only good thing about this happening is that it gives me a chance to yell at people and tell them to go away! haha.

A few questions that I am asked frequently at work that make me want to scream:

1. Are you closing?
YES goddammit. Are you blind or just stupid?

2. Did you find yourself a new job?
How is that any of your business, and what does it matter to you anyways. Do you just want to pity me?!

3. How much is this?
FIGURE IT OUT ITS NOT HARD. Duhh. 100 - 75% = 100/4=25$ or just anything divided by 4!

4. Can I have the hanger?
No, you can BUY hangers. people think everything is free. -_-'

Some situations that make me want to punch people in the face:

1. When there's a lineup at the cash and people come up to me who weren't in the line and expect to be served. But then I get to yell and tell them to go away. hehhehe

2. Stupid people in general.

This entry is long enough! I have too much to rant about work. but YAY for two days off. :D

Things I hate...again.

I've managed to turn this blog into a way of venting my frustration when I'm stuck in a room for several hours, waiting for my next class.
I like to sit in this cafeteria, thinking, I won't be judged (because there is a lot of judgment passing going on in my school) and its a place where I can plug my laptop in and do work or just do my own thing. It's days like today where I wish pulling out a shotgun and shooting someone in the face was legal, with valid reasoning.

Valid reason today:

There is this table of people that always sit here. I guess they've come to love this room as much as I have.
Particularly, this one girl that is loud, outspoken, annoying, not funny, did I mention loud?
I'm picking on her right now because she's yelling. She's shouting as she recounts on something that happened to her. I happen to be sitting at the table next to them and my nerves are running short at this point. I've had to turn the volume on my music very high and I couldn't hear the girl who was trying to ask me if she could take the chair in front of me, yet, I could still hear the disgusting noises coming out of this other girl.
I looked around as she was telling her story, shouting, making strange noises, and I see the others in the room, probably thinking the same way as me, looking over at her strangely and then if they were sitting with someone, look at them and give that look, that look we all know.
The look that says it all, "what the fuck". A simple translation that doesn't need an interpreter. Let's give this girl a name, Tomato-face. Because when she laughs, the way that she is laughing right.in.this.moment. turns her pudgy face red. Ok, so Tomato-face is laughing, she makes those noises, you know, those noises that come out when you burst out laughing, hysterically. That weird breathing in and out noises, when you lack air and just suck up all the air around you. Then there's the giggle.

note: I'm terribly sorry about this. I know I'm picking on this girl, but I've been sitting at this table for 3 hours...or so and I still have to sit here for another 2 1/2 hours more. (My english class ended after 30 minutes and my next class is at 4. I was done my first class at 10:30) I hope you can bear with me. Hopefully, you can find this mildly funny, how un-funny this girl is.

If I had a friend like this. I probably wouldn't stay friends with her. Maybe she thinks she's cute, as she kicks the ground like a child as she laughs hysterically at practically nothing. It reminds me of a baby, you dangle some keys in front of a baby and he/she laughs hysterically, for the silliest thing, it kicks its feet and waves its tiny arms around, like it can't stop. This image brings up cuteness and babies make you laugh and feel good about life. When you see a 20 something year old do this...not so cute. Thanks Tomato-face. You suck.


On a lighter note, I feel like I have to write this down. (Type this whaaatever.)

Yesterday, when I was in Ethics class, we were doing group work. The group that I was with, were particularly uninterested. I was with 4 guys and another girl. One of the guys is the girl's boyfriend. Let's just say there were times where I wish I could've gagged because of their public displays of affection. The othre 3 guys were just so...I don't know, it's like they weren't even there.

Also, at one point when were were doing group work, I turned towards another group and one of their group members (female) was standing up. Picture this, she's wearing black sweat pants, possibly yoga pants, and she has them pulled up so much that, let's say, nothing is left to the imagination. I quickly turned towards the front of the class and tried desperately to erase the image of camel toe from my memory.
For God's sake woman, I know you have a vagina, I don't need proof.

Music: She Moves in Her Own Way - The Kooks

Things I'm hating right now in this room

• The guy wearing a dark blue jean jacket with matching dark blue jeans
• The girl sitting in the windowsill to my right, who keeps walking back and forth from her table to the window and at each passing gives me a strange look.
  
• The loud obnoxious people sitting at the table to my right, who think they are the only ones in here and who apparently forgot the name of this room, "The Quiet Caf"
• Pretty much everyone sitting at the table with jeans-boy.
• Girl with ugly blond steaks in her brown hair.
  
• Skinny guy with some kind of attempt at a white-afro
• Girl on a pink laptop (ugh.)
• Guy that has a sweater tied around his waist. Hellooo, how old are you!? Who also has stringy, frizzed out red hair with way too much gel
• The fact that the entire table has now moved even closer to me because of my closeness to the plug.
  
• Oh my god, the loud noises they make.
  
• The annoying, giggling redhead who thinks everything she says is funny and never shuts up.
  
• The homework staring at me in the face. Dammit.

It looks really nice outside though. I just wish it wasn't so cold, maybe all these people wouldn't be bothering me on the inside.