Back At School

I never realized how much I missed it!
Let's see, in the short span of a week...

- moved in, met the suite mates, who are pretty much AWESOME,
- cooked my first dinner alone of sauteed peppers and chicken over brown rice,
- played an epic hour long game of Uno with said room mates, which resulted in screaming, laughing, and getting back at others for made us pick up two or four cards,
- hung out with the boys (and my "brother" Kevin), who had a "no pants night" on Thursday and left me feeling awkward (and not able to take off my pants, as I was not in comfy boy shorts)
- started learning the ropes at work
- had a girl's night out at a bar, played the designated driver but still had a blast,
- awesome.

yeah, all in one week. Today, my parents visit, and my room mate and I are going to go get some Glo fish, which are fish that actually glow. HOLY SHIT.
Tomorrow, the boyfriend visits, who is finally back from Hawaii.

Now, a story from work...
Yesterday was only my second day, and business was crap, so I ended up going home an hour early. Before this happened, I ended up dealing with one of those customers. In my part of retail, its the bratty, bitchy girls who brings in their poor, sweet mothers to go shopping.
She wanted yoga pants.
She got them.
Then proceeded to ask for a fitting room and slam the door after me. Ohh great.
So her mom found some more that she thought she may like, and asked me to bring them to her because if she did, she would throw a fit. So I brought them. The girl told me she liked the small ones she was wearing, hated the ones in my hands, and slammed the door. Wonderful. This was all after looking at me like I was a piece of trash because I worked there and I was bigger than her by like maybe one size. So she finally comes out, her mom behind me, shoves the pants she doesn't want at me and says "I DON'T need these, thanks," in the rudest way possible. My temper was a little flared, but thank god that was it, I left soon after that, but not without her staring at me like I was trash the whole time because she wasn't first in line.
I love my job.
No really, I do. I get the awesome customers too.

Not Pretty Enough?

Along with going back to school in a month, I will be heading back into the work force for a 2nd job so that I can pay for all the little goodies I love to buy... oh, and school stuff. Because I live in another area for school, I decided that since my classes are only Tuesdays and Thursdays for my fall semester, it would be good to find a job that I can work like 9 to 5 or so on Sundays, Mondays and Wednesdays.

Topping my list is a Harley-Davidson apparel branch and Nordstrom at a nearby mall. I'm psyched by both, since a. I LOVE motorcycles, and b. I LOVE fashion. Can't really go wrong!
However, here is the thing that irks me (and what my title is referring to). I'm also apply to Hollister just to try, but they may not hire me or hire me and stick me in the back because I wouldn't be considered "pretty enough". Yes, it has happened, look it up (for I am too lazy). I'm almost considering NOT applying.

The other thing I'm thinking... Harley store I could probably dress down more often, Nordstrom not so much, which would mean I'd need to work on my overly casual yet fashionable artsy fartsy clothing collection. However, a friend of my mother's has a daughter (confusring? why, I do believe so!) who worked at Nordstrom, and they were very good to her about hours, flexibility, going to school, yadda yadda... Sounds good.

Oh, if you're wondering where I'm working now, I work at a grocery store as a cashier. It has its good and bad moments.

...Good thing I'm doing this tomorrow, I'm just too pooped tonight. Sleep has never sounded so bood.