Today was my first actual day on the floor. Not too bad. I'm outgoing enough to not hate talking to people. It's just difficult to remember to when you're trying to fold and sort out 50 lace g-strings with security magnets that weigh more than them, while you're watching people blow up and destroy everything else you folded, and your seemingly most comfortable pair of pumps are eating away at your feet. Oh, and I still hate my boss, but everyone else I've met so far is really nice.

ps. apparently I'm a PINK girl. Who knew?