take another...bitch

i had a long day of work today after a late night. i did pretty well with sales though which helped me make goal for the week. i've been slacking off so much at benefit lately. i have no desire to do anything, i just sit behind the counter and call girls and family members. all girls love talking on the phone. two random teenage girls saved my job tonight. see, macy's requires employees to sell 3 credit cards a month, and after a few months, if you aren't making your credit goal, you are sent to
"credit counseling" (I KNOW, tell me about it!) and after counseling, if you still aren't making your goal, you can get terminated. i'm completely against selling credit- hello, i sell make-up. if a person wants a card, they will ask for one. these girls came up to the counter and said "we want to get credit cards!" i hung up the phone with lesley and saved my job.

this woman walking around cosmetics today wore the most ridiculous outfit. she was rather horizontally challenged, but didn't stop herself from wearing tight white pants and a white sheer tunic, unveiling her white bra and mountainous back rolls. like a freaking brat, i wanted to see what she looked like, and i was welcomed by her nipple hanging out her small bra, which was completely visible, mind you, because of her sheer shirt. i could not help but run away and laugh. this girl at the chanel counter kinda snapped at me and told me to go tell her her nipple was hanging out. you don't understand, confrontation like that is impossible for me. i could walk up to her, but words would not come out of my mouth. for starters, no girl likes to be told what to do, and i got really upset with her. but then, i got really upset with myself for doubting myself. what was really stopping me from helping that lady out? i can't really blame my personality. regaurdless, that woman would be more embarrassed if i told her. at some point in her shopping trip, it's bound to pop back into place.

i bought a new journal yesterday. i am really excited about the journal journey. the one i've been using for the past 3 years is filled with pain and petty complaints about past relationships. every time i open it up to write in it, some magical power possesses my thoughts, which influences me to bring out the negative. i'm putting that one away for good. i don't want to look back on my writings and only remember the bad things that come few and far between. i am hoping to write in this journal almost daily or weekly, with the boring to the blessings. it will, hopefully, be a better depiction of my life as i know it.