TODAY IN BAD DAY AT WORK:
I got posted on a great blog called Bad Day at Work about baaad work days. Please read my thing!!! In a new form!
Read it here
Cheerio!!
Phaea
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
TODAY IN MISUNDERSTANDINGS FROM THE PAST:
When I was 16 years old I got my first job: Working at the GAP in Harvard Sq.
I was wide eyed and naive at 16 when it came to the world of "normal people". I was a bit of an off beat kid, sort of like now, only with worse hair. Consequently, many of the odd things went on at the GAP were just chalked up to "normal people" choices. For example: intense love for pleated khakis, customers that needed help finding a shirt they were looking directly at, or V neck sweaters.
During my training I was walked through the basics of manning the register and using the stock room, my manager showed me a set of keys.
"These are for the (whispered) leather."
And immediately I assumed from her whispered tone on the word "leather", that she was referring to a stock of leather sex toys and apparatus that the GAP had on the sligh, but some people knew about. And I completely accepted it because this was a strange adult world.
And even though I saw the key being used over and over again to unlock expensive leather jackets off the floor displays, it was many many YEARS until I finally realized that the GAP did not have a secret menu of leather dildos in the back room that I had just never seen when I had worked there.
I was a bit disappointed.
When I was 16 years old I got my first job: Working at the GAP in Harvard Sq. I was wide eyed and naive at 16 when it came to the world of "normal people". I was a bit of an off beat kid, sort of like now, only with worse hair. Consequently, many of the odd things went on at the GAP were just chalked up to "normal people" choices. For example: intense love for pleated khakis, customers that needed help finding a shirt they were looking directly at, or V neck sweaters.
During my training I was walked through the basics of manning the register and using the stock room, my manager showed me a set of keys.
"These are for the (whispered) leather."
And immediately I assumed from her whispered tone on the word "leather", that she was referring to a stock of leather sex toys and apparatus that the GAP had on the sligh, but some people knew about. And I completely accepted it because this was a strange adult world.
And even though I saw the key being used over and over again to unlock expensive leather jackets off the floor displays, it was many many YEARS until I finally realized that the GAP did not have a secret menu of leather dildos in the back room that I had just never seen when I had worked there.
I was a bit disappointed.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Thursday, June 05, 2008
TODAY IN THE WOES OF PLASTIC ISLAND:
So, I heard from my friend Bryan that there is a massive island of plastic floating between California and Hawaii. And it is TWICE THE SIZE OF TEXAS.
Bah.
First of all, I have stopped using plastic bags from the super market as suggested by this video:
God I love that guy.
Anyway- I don't bring canvas bags per say- but I DO try stuff all my groceries in my small purse which means I often walk down the street with bunches of asparagus and boca burgers hanging out of my pockets. Keeps the crazies away!
And lately I've started getting my iced coffee to go in a a thermos I bring from home. And surprisingly I don't get mocked! You actually get money off! A $2 cup of ice coffee cost me only $1! A $3 iced americano was $1.25!! Wow! It's like I am helping the environment and saving money all at the same time!
I fucking hate that plastic island.
So, I heard from my friend Bryan that there is a massive island of plastic floating between California and Hawaii. And it is TWICE THE SIZE OF TEXAS.Bah.
First of all, I have stopped using plastic bags from the super market as suggested by this video:
God I love that guy.
Anyway- I don't bring canvas bags per say- but I DO try stuff all my groceries in my small purse which means I often walk down the street with bunches of asparagus and boca burgers hanging out of my pockets. Keeps the crazies away!
And lately I've started getting my iced coffee to go in a a thermos I bring from home. And surprisingly I don't get mocked! You actually get money off! A $2 cup of ice coffee cost me only $1! A $3 iced americano was $1.25!! Wow! It's like I am helping the environment and saving money all at the same time!
I fucking hate that plastic island.
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