I'm broke, thirsty, and totally irritated.....
and I really want my old template back.
I've hated working at Dressbarn long enough to discover that I really don't care whether or not I get fired for blogging. So, I'm just going to do it.
I went home sick on Tuesday. I wasn't really sick, I just didn't want to work. I could see a woman sitting out in her car waiting for us to open, no doubt with a bag full of returns and a few sorry excuses as to why she didn't want anything.
You know, I don't really care why you bought a bag full of stuff that was too small. I don't believe you when you tell me that our clothes run small.
THEY DON'T!
You're just fatter then you want to believe, tubby. And, here's another thing, if you would just try them on before you leave the story, you would know you look like a stuffed sausage in those jeans that are at least 2 sizes too small for you.
I know I shouldn't hate the public as much as I do, I just can't help it. When I have to peel bloody band aids from the wall by the shoes and wipe boogers off the mirrors in the fitting room, there is just something wrong. The public DISGUSTS me. Or, I should say, WOMEN in the public disgust me.
I've hated working at Dressbarn long enough to discover that I really don't care whether or not I get fired for blogging. So, I'm just going to do it.
I went home sick on Tuesday. I wasn't really sick, I just didn't want to work. I could see a woman sitting out in her car waiting for us to open, no doubt with a bag full of returns and a few sorry excuses as to why she didn't want anything.
You know, I don't really care why you bought a bag full of stuff that was too small. I don't believe you when you tell me that our clothes run small.
THEY DON'T!
You're just fatter then you want to believe, tubby. And, here's another thing, if you would just try them on before you leave the story, you would know you look like a stuffed sausage in those jeans that are at least 2 sizes too small for you.
I know I shouldn't hate the public as much as I do, I just can't help it. When I have to peel bloody band aids from the wall by the shoes and wipe boogers off the mirrors in the fitting room, there is just something wrong. The public DISGUSTS me. Or, I should say, WOMEN in the public disgust me.
@ 6:36 PM
2 Comments:
I have to admit I DID like your old template. Miss having your funny posts around too... have to laugh though because I remember your horrible aversion to Yucky "stuff" like such you mentioned here... you poor dear.
xo
Hope your little Hannah is feeling better: mine (my Hannah)moved back home at age 32 (4 weeks ago) along with her kiddo - my Grandson Hunter (8yrs this month). Life is changed around here... no running around sans clothes or any other illict behavior... rats.
I totally forgot your daughter was named Hannah! Oh my, small world. :) I think she'll be fine, she just can't get rid of 'the crud'. (That's what we've been calling it since we can't get rid of it. Everyone in the house has had it.)
I liked the old template, it just wasn't me. :)
What day is Hunter's birthday? Thomas has a birthday on the 20th of this month and Hannah has a birthday on the 19th of this month.
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