2007
9:30am
Man, my back hurts today. Blagh. Well, I brought lil' snow and my hugs to work with me. Thank you so much for thinking of me. *big hugs*.
Dillard's opened at 8:45 (well 9, but I had to be here at that time)AM and we're dead. I was hoping to make sales today considering I only made one yesterday. so far, not looking so good.
What the hell, is this like AGAINST CHELSEA SIMS year or some shit? Someone has to be a bitch to me all the time at this hell hole. Like, Tam isn't my counter manager anymore, so Clinique's manager feels the need to tell me now what I can and can't do, how she can send me home for not wearing the right shoes. What the fuck ever.
Some guy got mad at me because he couldn't buy an Estee fragrance gift set at Perfumania and still get the blockbuster here for $48.50. People! If I have to follow the rules, so do you. GET OVER YOURSELF!
My friend Amy is like, "you let this place get to you too much." The thing is, I probably wouldn't except I'm just sick of life and people pushing me, you know?
*deep breath* Woosaw, woosaw... haha. I just want everyone to lay the FUCK OFF.
I know I call my mom a lot, but she's my mom. Since when is it a bad thing to rely on your parents? I do not expect her to fix my life. But mothers/daughters should be able to vent to each other and talk about anything. My mom and I don't always have that. Lately we do, but it's just one of those rare times. Probably because she's leaving. But oh, now it's too much for her to handle? I just don't know why someone in my "family" is always right there to push me out. What is so bad about me?
Moving on, when Tam comes in today, I go to lunch then I only work w/ her for 2 hours because she does lunch 5-6 and I leave work as she comes back from lunch. So, let's hope that 3-5 goes quick and smooth. Lol.
David and I have a date tonight. Yay! I wonder what we'll be doing... Anyway, more soon.
<3,
Chels
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11:00am
Omfg. I hate this place so much. I get in trouble if I don't answer the phones even if I am with a customer. But, I lose customers by leaving them to answer the phone! Blah.
1:15pm
Ugh, I can't quit thinking about my Grandma and her telling me not to call my mom. Sometimes I just feel like disowning my family is the best idea. But how can I do that? They don't think any of the issues are them. It's all me. I'm the bad guy. I'm too oversensitive. If I disowned them, they'd be hurt. And again, I'd be the bad guy. Plus, they are the only family I have. I mean, I have David. And I love his mom-I do. But look at all those issues. I want my mom. I want to be close to her, I want my "family" to quit pushing me away...
(more at lunch, my store manager is lurking). See ya (well, write) in 1/2 an hr!
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3:15pm
Lunch! I was supposed to go at 2 but I got busy. Lol. So, here I am. That means, when I get back to work at 4, I only have 2 hours left! Woot woot! So far, I have $404 in sals. Yay! Better than yesterday anyway. Lol. Anyway, sorry I'm bumming you out with all my crap. I'm just not in a good way right now. But you've been such a good friend and for that, I thank you.
Man, I am beat. I want to go to sleep already. Lol. Ok, well, I'll write again. Asap.
Love,
Chelsea
6:00pm
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I'm FREE! Yay! It's date time w/the hubster woot. Then my mom wants me to come over so she can say goodbye. =(. I may very well cry. We haven't always had the best relationship but I do love her so much and I will miss her. I often wonder if I'll end up in Georgia. Just cause... I dunno. *sigh* I'm depressing myself again. God.
I work 11-8 tomorrow, then I'm off Monday and Wednesday. Those are going to be 2 very nice days off. Fo' shizzle! I was gonna call off tomorrow but I need the $ so yea. Omg. Martin @ Clinique quit. Wowza. I donno why but she and Dale got into it so she cleaned her stuff out. So, wow... I wonder what David has in store for tonight. He won't tell me. He wants it to be a surprise. He also wants it to be like it was our first time...
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