2001-12-18 + 1:43 p.m.

I just got the call.

"Christine you need to be here at three today."

I don't wanna go to work an hour early!!!

I stomped my feet like a two year old denied candy and pouted as I pulled on my jeans.

I'm still pouting.

The mall is crazy. It that season and everyone is mad at everyone else. Customers expect you to be superwoman and help them while you are helping someone else and "I'm sorry but we are short handed tonight" isn't an acceptable excuse.

It's very difficult for me to smile and be nice when Old Lady Ethyl is hollering at me because I can't get her granddaughter this slutty shirt down because I'm busy helping Redneck Roger out with his stepson's ugly ass raver jeans.

I dread going into the shoeroom now as last night a bunch of shoes let loose and toppled out and boinked me in the head. Needless to say a happy camper I was not.

If Funkervoight(is that spelled right?) wasn't in the

player I swear it kill people. I am sick to death of System of a Down and pulling tapeworms out of one's ass and that stupid pogo song.

That Pogo song makes me nuts. I hate it. It is the most annoying song ever written and when it comes on my associates know to change it.

That's power baby!

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