little note to anyone working in the retail field…if you actually take the time to stop gossiping in the corner with your co-workers and, you know, actually DO your job, your chances of actually making a sale increase ten-fold. i swear, over the last three days, i’ve visited every shoe store in both the Promenade and Hillcrest malls, and had exactly ONE shoe store employee acknowledge my existence.
and you know what?
i bought a pair of boots from her. (you starting to see how this works??)
and i hope she gets a fat commission off of me. i was determined to let her sell me something.
she convinced me to get my old boots fixed, and that it was cheap, and that i needed to buy these boots…they are a bit slouchier and shorter than my old boots, and will make a welcome addition to my wardrobe. they are perfect over skinny jeans (which i wore today) or over leggings. it wasn’t love at first site, but oh Aldo-worker who paid attention to me changed my mind, and now i love them. so awesome she was, that i bought this as well
and the mustard satchel is all the rage right now…and it was only $20!! so how could i say no?
Yesterday i had the pleasure of leaving work to pick up my first-grader from school in the middle of the day. you see, she went to the office because her stomach was hurting so bad she couldn’t take it any more! it’s over! she’s through! she won’t survive! of course, what the receptionist in the office didn’t know was that Emily has had a stomach ache for the last three years. i’m not even exaggerating here. Emily uses a stomach ache as an excuse when she doesn’t want to do something, when she’s bored, when she’s anxious, when she’s tired, or when she simply has nothing better to do. it’s her go-to.
my co-workers are certainly never going to nominate me for Mother-of-the-Year…because they got the pleasure of listening to me tell her that i was going to be really upset if i had to come all the way to get her only to find out that she was perfectly fine. we discussed, for over 4 minutes – whether or not i was going to come and get her. you see, a normal parent would leap out of her seat and race over to the school to comfort her sick babe. but me, i know better. i knew she wasn’t sick. she is just anxious about this play she’s going to be in…The Wiz of Oz.
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It’s her dramatic debut. She’s desperate to play Dorothy, but she’s up against 4th and 5th graders for the part, and she’s got the charisma, naturally, but i’m just not sure she’s got the pipes (or the height) to play the lead role. so, methinks until this play is over…we’re going to be hearing a little bit too much tummy ache mixed with a little too much “ease on down”
ps. i just put Miss Bella to bed. without a pull-up. and no, i didn’t do it on purpose. so, either tomorrow morning she’ll wake up dry and i’m on my way to Casey’s to train the Moosh, or i’ll be cleaning up a very wet set of pink toile sheets. let’s hope for door #1, since Casey promised to give me coconut cake in return, which sounds a lot better than doing laundry at the butt-crack of dawn…
pps. i am getting used to my new digs. and i’m digging the ever-loving crap out of ’em. Becca (and Jason too! hi Jason!) did a fantastic job. After pulling an all-nighter with her supercute Addie, she still got up this morning to spend the entire freakin’ day working out the kinks. WordPress was acting all bitchy and one of the plug-ins was pulling an Emily (attitude up the wazoo). there are a couple wrinkles still to be dealt with, i think, but for the most part, it’s a thing of beauty.
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