Bonjour.
Ilove French. Not 'that' French, you goofs. But French as in the language French :)
And for my first act, I will juggle a bunch of cheap maul of clothes, while trying to help retarded browsers where the stupid leggings are. Seriously, they're not that hard to find. They're in front of the fricking store for heaven's sakes. Yeah, and for those of you shoppers who can't find the stupid trash can, yeah.. it's outside the store; we're not really a convenient garbage disposal because you people can't walk 5 feet across the freaking store! Do they belong in the fitting room? ABSOLUTELY, if you want to get mangled by me in the neck, then get thrown in a rice sack, kicked until your guts fall out and buried (you best hope you're dead) in a grass field, and get eaten by earthworms.
Next to my pet peeves of tying shoe laces, are STUPID PEOPLE. Specifically, SHOPPING stupid people. Even more to the point. CLOTHES shopping stupid people. And it doesn't really help that I work in a cheap ass clothing warehouse, trying to keep an eye out for shoplifters because we can't afford a better security system, helping people who can't browse for themselves (because once you leave them alone, you're basically condemning your neat,clean, and organized pile of clothes to ...yes i'll say it.. HELL), putting out stocks so they can be messed up again, getting paid $9.25/h and working for less than 5 hours. That's why I'm always in a happy mood :).
You see why a 5"2 Asian girl can tackle 5"5-6"0 big ass White girls in the lovely game of rugby.
Which by the way I will give some props to, GUILDFORD PARK GIRLS RUGBY, it was an awesome season; hope to get my coaching licence this Summer and coach you wondergirls next year to DOMINATE the league. Hope to make it in AAAA League (AT LEAST).
OH, I'm just getting warmed up.
I bought this bizarre and creepy looking necklace that resembled an owl, that deeply attracted me, thus I GAWT IT :) It's up there, along with my new AVIATORS. Did you know that they're called aviators because pilots wear them? Oh amusement.
I'm was a shopaholic, I'm in rehab atm, BUT, I'm not a messy shop-a-holic.
To the people who : -tried their best not to mess up any piles
-asked for help when they didn't want to mess up any piles
-tried on clothes and gave them to me
-ACTUALLY BOUGHT SOMETHING
I appreciate it. Made my time there worthwhile. NOT. but still, I'm kind of greatful.
To the people who: -can't read signs (a rant about that later) with the exceptions of blind people
-thinks they can leave a sprite bottle in the fitting room
-messed up my newly put out stock
-tries on a bunch of clothes that they don't want to get
-DISSES STITCHES yet you're fucking shopping here
Hate to y'all.Watch your back, yes, that's a threat (you're not worth my time so I won't promise) and wear better perfumes.
RANT MENTIONED EARLIER:
Yes people who can't read signs. Where do I begin? Oh let's start from this lovely shift I had at work. Two highschool brown girls come into our lovely cheap and attracting store of Stitches, and into my fitting room section (the whole back section). "Hey guys, finding everything okay so far?" I said. "Yeah, thanks", replied girl#1. I went into the back to get more stocks to put out because we want our back room cleaned up and spiffy (oh it was *smiles*). My mouth drops in awe as I witness my clean and maintained yoga pants massacred in less than two minutes. I immediately ran to them and asked/yelled "WHAT SIZE ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?!". "Small?" girl #2 answers.
Kay. I pointed. THERE WAS A HUGE FUCKING SIGN SAYING "NO MORE SMALLS/MEDIUMS, SOLD OUT". I falsely smiled at them saying it was okay as they apologized. Oh how much I wanted to MURDER these girls. I mean can't you read? You come in here all G'd up with your fake coach purses and nose piercings along with the rest of your family, dissing the clothes of the store while trying on clothes from the store. I HATE racists. I'm a hypocrite. I don't know what it is.. but brown people are just naturally messy shoppers...IN STITCHES. They wouldn't fucking do this in Le Château, you know why, because the cheapest thing they have there is worth at least $50. Ours, $5. The tank tops that can never be found clean. EVER.
And since I'm on the rant about people not being able to see, I think this fits into the topic.
There's a fine line between funny and inconsiderate.
This afternoon, a blind guy goes into the bus and sits. These two lesbian looking pair of old hags, snickers among themselves about the blind guy sitting across from them. I was beside the blind guy. Now I'm the type of person that can be compared to Jason Two-two. I'm angel three-three. Yeah You gotta repeat what you say coz I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I listen to music at it's max because it's the only way I can hear it. YEAH. SO I'm pretty sure that this blind guy can hear way better than I can. They were saying things like "oh that'd be a great experience for you, he might put it in the wrong hole... heehehe". IF I CAN FUCKING HEAR YOU, DON'T YOU THINK HE'LL BE ABLE TO HEAR YOU BETTER?Dumbasses. oh the disgust I feel for these jerkfaces. Sadly, the guy just gets off the bus at Surrey Central with an awkward smile. It made me feel horrible. Horrible because one, he just got discriminated and hurt, second, because I didn't stand up (I GLARED THOUGH, and COUGHED AND SHOOK MY HEAD AT THEM) and do something about this bullying. It hurts. SO PEOPLE: If you've got nothing good to say, then don't say it." Keep you're mindless comments to yourselves or I'll gush your eye out of your fucking face." -the quote in my head that I wanted to tell the fags.
*EXHALE*
Ps. I look hot in avs ;)
Ange
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