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So today was like any other spring day in the world of surf shops: HELL.

Now, there are actually two ways of looking at this.

Numero Uno: Every day is, in actuality, not hell, but, rather Christmas morning. A box shows up. You read the name on the shipping label. It's a company that you buy clothes from all the time! You start to get excited, ever so gently slipping the razor blade under the tape line. The box opens. Colors bombard you. Ooh! Look at that cute skirt! I luuuuvvvvvv that top. How great is this purse?

And then you realize that there are 17 other boxes sitting out front, all waiting to be tagged. Not a big deal. You can't wait to see what's in the rest of the boxes.

Numero Two-o (because I took French and not Spanish and I'm just too damn tired to try to remember what 2 in Spanish is): Every day really is hell because, between the UPS man and the FEDEX man, you have 18 boxes sitting out front. And they all need to be counted, tagged, split up, hung up, merchandised, and you are the only person working. And then someone from your other location shows up with another 9 boxes that need to be counted, tagged, split up, hung up and merchandised.

My one saving grace TODAY: I wasn't actually alone when the 10 boxes of sandals, 2 boxes of sunglasses, 6 boxes of shoes, and 9 boxes of clothes showed up.

And I was giddy. Very giddy. Slap-happy giddy. Singing at the top of my lungs to lounge music, cracking really bad jokes, making fun of EVERYONE, giddy.

I'm tired as hell and my knee hurts from the dog hyper-extending it, but I'll live to tag another day.

How was your day?

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (4) Share on Facebook		2006-04-04 7:21 PM I Am But a Bathing Suit Hanger Upper So today was like any other spring day in the world of surf shops: HELL. Now, there are actually two ways of looking at this. Numero Uno: Every day is, in actuality, not hell, but, rather Christmas morning. A box shows up. You read the name on the shipping label. It's a company that you buy clothes from all the time! You start to get excited, ever so gently slipping the razor blade under the tape line. The box opens. Colors bombard you. Ooh! Look at that cute skirt! I luuuuvvvvvv that top. How great is this purse? And then you realize that there are 17 other boxes sitting out front, all waiting to be tagged. Not a big deal. You can't wait to see what's in the rest of the boxes. Numero Two-o (because I took French and not Spanish and I'm just too damn tired to try to remember what 2 in Spanish is): Every day really is hell because, between the UPS man and the FEDEX man, you have 18 boxes sitting out front. And they all need to be counted, tagged, split up, hung up, merchandised, and you are the only person working. And then someone from your other location shows up with another 9 boxes that need to be counted, tagged, split up, hung up and merchandised. My one saving grace TODAY: I wasn't actually alone when the 10 boxes of sandals, 2 boxes of sunglasses, 6 boxes of shoes, and 9 boxes of clothes showed up. And I was giddy. Very giddy. Slap-happy giddy. Singing at the top of my lungs to lounge music, cracking really bad jokes, making fun of EVERYONE, giddy. I'm tired as hell and my knee hurts from the dog hyper-extending it, but I'll live to tag another day. How was your day? Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top