On my way to work today I was probably the happiest I would be for the next 8 hours, and that is because I was walking in the sun, with my Ipod, listening to all my favorite songs. Indulging in the final fifteen minutes I had before hell (work). That new Katy Perry song (which I did download, yes.) came up on shuffle, and just as I started singing along, I remembered my dream from last night. I was totally hanging out with Katy Perry, and I so liked it! We were smoking weed and singing and I'm pretty sure we were wearing our underwear, or perhaps swim wear. I seem to remember there being near or partial nudity. It was really hard to analyze that one. I hardly ever remember my dreams, I kind of wished that the one I had was a bit more meaningful. But, on the other hand, I did hang out with Katy Perry last night, practically naked, and it was pretty realistic. I have nothing to base that last statement on, because I have never seen her in real life, but the colors were very vivid, extremely realistic, as was her voice, and her ruffly undergarments.
It was a nice memory to hold while walking to work, but it was quickly tossed aside as I walked into the doors of my store. It was twelve o'clock and I was going to be barely on time, but I had secret plans of being five minutes late every day until I leave. So I knew I had a few minutes to fix my hair and reapply makeup before actually beginning work. At 12:05 exactly, I clocked myself in and walked out onto the sales floor. Normally at this point in my morning I would be clutching my coffee but today I was without. I have recently (as of exactly 4 days ago) quit drinking coffee, and alcohol. It is important to understand while digesting this fact, that I drink about two cups of coffee a day. Usually at least one of those cups has a double shot of espresso in it. Also, I almost always have a drink after work, sometimes more than one. Drinking coffee is a coping mechanism for me all day at work, and I switch to alcohol after work. These two things combined are extremely big in my world. One of my favorite things to do in life is order a drink and sit somewhere. I am big on drinking out, even though it is so much more expensive. But, there is just something about the experience of drinking out, in a bar or cafe that you love, or have never been to before, that is just so invigorating.Ordering drinks to go, or to be delivered, is my second favorite after drinking out.
My morning ritual usually consists of ordering coffee to go, at one of two cafes near my apartment. This morning I really wished I was still drinking coffee, because Odwalla juice just isn't the same when trying to gain relief from pushy sellers.
They were being especially pushy today, and were bringing in repulsive clothing by the bag load. I don't know what inspired people today to get rid of things they haven't worn or looked at since before 2002, but they were seriously cleaning out some deep closets. I wanted to know where they had been storing all this crap? I was impressed with the volume, and I do this for a living. The other really disappointing fact is that almost everyone who brings in that much stuff is going to have to be turned away for at least half of it. There is just no way we can even buy that much.
One man was really sort of slow. It took him a moment to realize I didn't want any of what he brought in. I repeated my line. "Yea, so I didn't see anything that we could use for the store, but thanks for coming in".
He scoffed at me. "SO, you don't buy J.CREW?"
Um, first of all, I did not pass on J crew, as a company, it was specifically the items that you had selected and then worn and then forgot about, from J Crew, that I have passed on.
This is what I want to say, but instead I simply repeat the phrase above, simplifying it so that maybe he would understand and pack up his stuff and leave.
It is always especially awkward when someone won't leave after they have been rejected on the buying counter. The only people that do this are the crack heads (who stay and cuss at you) people who are just a little bit slow, and take a while to process the whole transaction, and the crazies. I call a large majority of the people who basically live outside of my work, at the corner, the Crazies. All day long they try to come in and sell crap they find on the street or in garbage cans, trying to get money. Sometimes they get other people to come in and sell for them, because I am pretty sure they know we pass on the stuff they bring in because they are crazy.