Wearing a fake mustache for no apparent reason.
Just thought I should let you ladies know.
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Wearing a fake mustache for no apparent reason.
Just thought I should let you ladies know.
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Sometimes we rush in after the storm.
Sometimes we ARE the storm.
It was wonderful.
I was giggling the entire time.
There was one time where I had an entire 5 minute conversation with a customer, while keeping a straight face. She never once mentioned that I was wearing a mustache.
Sometimes we rush in after the storm.
Sometimes we ARE the storm.
Dude nice! What do you do?
Once DF, my bestestbuddy, and I got fake mustaches and wore them the whole day.
Mine shedded a bit tho :'C
I'm a cashier at a grocery store.
I run the self-checkout.
I hate it.
So, I have to entertain myself somehow.
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Sometimes we rush in after the storm.
Sometimes we ARE the storm.
yeeks!
Well that's a pretty sweet way of self entertainment xD
I wonder if I could get away with that at my job >___>
Pretty much.
We're constantly doing dumb stuff to entertain ourselves.
We tend to throw stickers at each other.
I'm not really sure why though.
Depends.
What do you do??
Sometimes we rush in after the storm.
Sometimes we ARE the storm.
Slave work at Bath and Body Works.
Urrrg.
Shipment and Floor Sets.
It's not a fun job. I LOVE the people there,
but it's nowhere NEAR enough hours.
which is why i'm lookin' for a new job![]()
Ah!
That's how I am about my job.
I'm supposed to run a register, but I somehow
end up scraping stickers off of things, folding shirts, and scrubbing bells.
But at the same time...I love the people that I work with.
Well, most of them. My front end manager is a total.
I can't stand her!
Aaawuh. How many hours do you get?
I work 40-45 a week.
Sometimes we rush in after the storm.
Sometimes we ARE the storm.
Ugh.
Normally they schedule me for floorsets.
Aka; rearranging random shit in the store at night.
sooo. 6 hrs a week : \ (IF. they schedule me)
And maybe a second day of work if I'm lucky : D
Plus the store is now an hr away by car and my dad has to drive me.
MAAAJOR inconvenience.
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