Man, that's what I get for looking.
I was in yelp.com yesterday, and for grins and giggles, I looked up the club to see what reviewers had to say.
I'm reading through them - the majority very non-complimentry, when I come across one that had this to say:
"OH. And.. it's embarrassing, but there's this old lady in the women's bathroom (and an old man in the men's bathroom) who rips paper towels for you and there's an assortment of lollipops, gum, hairpins, hairspray, lotion, deodorant, tampons, etc. Of course, gratuity is always welcome, but it makes me irrationally giggly to grab goodies in the bathroom. I feel like a kid in a candy shop. What a terribly unfun job, right?"
So, let's see - embarrassing; old lady; irrationally giggly; terribly unfun job. Did I get it all? And ripping paper towels? I don't rip anything - I hand out paper napkins. I have to think this was someone very young and not very observant. I know I look older, but I certainly don't consider myself an old lady.
Oh, well - I've always known that a good number of the ladies coming into the closet are clueless.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Beautiful Becca
Had a young lady come in Saturday. Such a sweetie - trying so hard to be obnoxious (not sure why), but not pulling it off. She asked about things I hear in the closet and I told her honestly that I mostly tune conversation out. I'm not a natural eavesdropper and unusually not curious. I guess because after a while, it's all the same. Ladies talking about their "man," their home life, their kids, their jobs. Nothing novel or new. Told her I had this blog and she was intrigued; said she was going to look it up. I asked her then if she would do something outrageous, I'd post about her, but she couldn't think of anything to do (nor could I, so here you go).
She came in several times - I could tell she was with several friends. While she was so sweet and friendly, she had one friend that didn't have to try hard to be obnoxious. What a piece of work. Very dismissive, very messy, very not-a-person-I'd-like-to-get-to-know. Can't imagine what a sweetheart like Becca is doing with shit like that. This friend is one of those rare ladies that come in that look down their nose at me, as if I were any less than they are - pppppbbbbbbtttttt.
Another young lady came in and was very curious how I had gotten this job. Told her through craigslist. She asked all sorts of questions; said she'd love to have a job like this. I asked her if she was serious, as I was contemplating quitting and she said yes. So I took her name and number down and told her I'd share that with the Bosslady.
Which I did this morning. Yup, I did it. Gave my two-week notice. I need my weekends free to deal with a family situation. Part of me hates having to give it up, but part of me is relieved. It's hard having to work every single weekend. When I spoke with the Bosslady this morning, I told her to keep my number in case she needed someone to fill in on occasion. That I could do. She said she most definitely would and that I could have the job back any time I wanted. Nice to feel appreciated.
If only I could get that at my day job.
She came in several times - I could tell she was with several friends. While she was so sweet and friendly, she had one friend that didn't have to try hard to be obnoxious. What a piece of work. Very dismissive, very messy, very not-a-person-I'd-like-to-get-to-know. Can't imagine what a sweetheart like Becca is doing with shit like that. This friend is one of those rare ladies that come in that look down their nose at me, as if I were any less than they are - pppppbbbbbbtttttt.
Another young lady came in and was very curious how I had gotten this job. Told her through craigslist. She asked all sorts of questions; said she'd love to have a job like this. I asked her if she was serious, as I was contemplating quitting and she said yes. So I took her name and number down and told her I'd share that with the Bosslady.
Which I did this morning. Yup, I did it. Gave my two-week notice. I need my weekends free to deal with a family situation. Part of me hates having to give it up, but part of me is relieved. It's hard having to work every single weekend. When I spoke with the Bosslady this morning, I told her to keep my number in case she needed someone to fill in on occasion. That I could do. She said she most definitely would and that I could have the job back any time I wanted. Nice to feel appreciated.
If only I could get that at my day job.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Happy New Year!
Wishing everyone a very happy New Year - hoping there's lots of love, laughter, health, wealth and success for everybody.
And I apologize for letting a month go by without posting. Without a lot of detail, my private life is very complicated right now (an illness in the family) - so much so that I am contemplating quitting this gig so that I have weekends free to do what I need to do. The only comfort I find there is that I believe my boss likes me well enough that should I ever decide I want to do this again, she'll have a spot for me.
I was half anticipating and half dreading New Year's Eve. Last year was so crazy-busy and I made very little, since I didn't really know what I was doing yet, so this year, I figured I was going to rake it in.
Ha.
People shouldn't go out if they cannot afford to. I cannot believe how cheap the majority of the ladies were Thursday night. And it was busy, but not bad - not like 2008's New Year's Eve. Made exactly half of what I had expected to make.
And then Friday and Saturday nights were very slow. So glad my Special K got me a new phone for Xmas (I can access the web from it), as I had plenty of time to read the news sites, Facebook, scroll through craigslist - that sort of thing. Made next to nothing Friday, but Saturday, I made only $2 less than Thursday. Weird.
No, not weird. Criminal. That's what it is - downright criminal lol!
And I apologize for letting a month go by without posting. Without a lot of detail, my private life is very complicated right now (an illness in the family) - so much so that I am contemplating quitting this gig so that I have weekends free to do what I need to do. The only comfort I find there is that I believe my boss likes me well enough that should I ever decide I want to do this again, she'll have a spot for me.
I was half anticipating and half dreading New Year's Eve. Last year was so crazy-busy and I made very little, since I didn't really know what I was doing yet, so this year, I figured I was going to rake it in.
Ha.
People shouldn't go out if they cannot afford to. I cannot believe how cheap the majority of the ladies were Thursday night. And it was busy, but not bad - not like 2008's New Year's Eve. Made exactly half of what I had expected to make.
And then Friday and Saturday nights were very slow. So glad my Special K got me a new phone for Xmas (I can access the web from it), as I had plenty of time to read the news sites, Facebook, scroll through craigslist - that sort of thing. Made next to nothing Friday, but Saturday, I made only $2 less than Thursday. Weird.
No, not weird. Criminal. That's what it is - downright criminal lol!
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