seriously.

UGH. I dislike days when frustration overrides all other emotions. Like today.

At GAP, a lady asked me to get her a size X in a certain style of jeans. Easy enough, right? WRONG. After I brought back the wrong style cause some bimbo didn't care to organize the rack, I brought back the wrong color, and then still couldn't find the size on the floor. So after searching through the stock in the back, I still couldn't find anything. By now, I rushed to look up all the in-store product through a computer system. According to that, 5 pairs in this certain style and wash were in the store. But could anyone find them?! NOOO! By the end of the day, my store manager, brand manager, and two associates were scouring ever inch of the store. Turns out, they were all on the mannequins or NAILED to the wall above floor-long display shelves. So, many apologies, frustrating dead ends, and embarrassing moments later, my customer finally left with her freakin' jeans. Who knows why this whole mess irritated me so much... but it really left it's mark. Now I'm home, but still frazzled. For goodness sakes, it's only a pair of jeans. But still. I hate not being efficient, fast, and always right... HAHA, I make myself laugh.

Just when I began to believe in the male species again, some idiot waltzed along my path today and completely shot that thought of of my sky. Darn it. While working in the fitting room, I was paired with Mr. Arrogant. His attitude of self-righteousness was SO extreme, it was beyond even being humorous. I was privileged to hear about his 'extensive experience dealing with high-end retail', his driving motive in life to be as wealthy as possible, how the only suitable reward for work is monetary gain, his stance on t shirts (apparently they are unprofessional and disgraceful) and how his smoking habit actually made him cool. Man, I must be missing the wagon or something, cause this guy was a complete moron in my eyes. Why can't decency overshadow shallowness? How come I'm always left wondering how in the world I will find myself a husband, or even a boyfriend, for that matter? Yesterdays pleasant encounter seems to be a faded thought now. Maybe tomorrow can bring redemption? I certainly hope so.

D.