It’s been a hard days night.

Everyone’s struggling to get their last minute Christmas shopping. Stress is flying around the store, we’ve been having regional visitors so management has been up in arms about everything. Hours are still being cut, people are still understaffed and having to do extra work while management expects everything to be absolutely perfect. We have a corporate visit coming in the morning and the bosses want EVERYTHING to look perfect. So I got a bit of overtime in tonight. It helped too, especially since half of my shift was putting returns away and recovery didn’t take place until just before the store closed.

And if that wasn’t enough I had some big fat dude hovering around me for about five minutes. He said I was gorgeous, then went away… then came back wondering if I was single. I lied and told him I wasn’t available. Something about him just didn’t seem right to me, and I would find out later that my instincts helped me dodge a bullet. Him and his brother needed a fitting room, so I opened one up. Then a little later I guess he stole a pair of jeans and turned in his old ones at our service desk claiming he wanted an exchange. I don’t know how he managed to fool them. Seeing as they were wet on the outside and had skid-marks on the inside.

And people still wonder why I’m single…