I found a white hair last week, I tried to convince myself that it was just a platinum blonde strand of hair, but who am I kidding? That hair was as white as snow, clearly stress is not treating me well... what's next? fine lines and wrinkles, despite my daily use of SPF 40? It wouldn't surprise me. I may have to use my $9,000 savings for minor cosmetic surgeries when all is said and done at this job. However, I was happy (well, not happy for the employee involved in the story, but happy that my premonitions about this company being run by a bunch of perverts) to read a story about a former employee who was selected for an advertising campaign and sexually harassed on the shoot by the person in charge of the photo shoot. I wonder where all of those half naked pictures of minors are really going now. Yikes. So sad. So messed up. So reason enough to quit tomorrow.
Maybe I should just strip until I find another job. It would probably be less degrading. I mean, If I'm already scrubbing toilets once a week, picking up soiled bikini bottoms, and letting customer's berate me, how bad could grinding on the lap of a clothed man really be? At least I could wear heels again.... haha. Jk. Sigh, I don't have the balls to do that and I'm pretty sure my sister would disown me, along with my boyfriend.
Days like this, I almost wished that I had stayed at FIT (despite the fact that I now hate retail through and through), just so I could have done an internship while I was still in school and had a better chance at finding a job in the city. What the fuck was I thinking? Clearly I wasn't thinking at all. I hated that school so much though, I guess it was only mentally healthy that I got out while I did. This job is turning me into such a bitch; I'm seeing the worst side of humanity like every day though. I am not even allowed to stand up to shoplifters who leave trails of sensors that they have ripped off of merchandise or that I find in the dressing room after they exit.
Last week, these three crack whores came into the store (one of whom is like, the size of nicole richie circa 2007 and has somehow managed to get pregnant, but suspiciously has appeared to be about 8 months along for the past four months) and I know for a fact that they steal merchandise every time the enter because I ALWAYS find defeated sensors, or shirts with holes in them where they've ripped the sensors out. I was following them around as they literally WRECKED my store (I think they do it on purpose to distract me) and one of them asked to be let into a fitting room. She was reluctant to let me count the number of items she was bringing in, and as I took her pile, numerous rolled-up items fell out from underneath. As I let her into a fitting room, her cunty friend muttered, "bunch of fuckin' bitches they have working here." I almost lost my shit. I was so ready to go off on her, but knew that given her crackwhore status, she would probably shank me or claw me with her dirty fake nails. She then called one of my associate's a 'nosy bitch.' Sadly, because our company will prosecute an employee on any suspicion or fake report of theft at all, but not prosecute out and out shoplifters, I cannot technically do anything unless I see the item go into their bag. Whatever, I hate this company so much at this point I'm not sure why I even care about their loss margin.... I just don't like not being able to take action against rude, offensive customers.
Enough of that though. Here are some paintings that I've done:
Naturally, some of my most heart-felt paintings are a bit too, explicit to feature here. Now I'm going to watch Bruno.
