Lazy.
Yup, all it means is that I can’t be bothered to put my thoughts in any order, so here you go!
People are stupid. How much sense does it make to call one business requesting information about their competitors because you can’t remember the number? Not much. Likewise, what makes people think that shoe stores have every style available in every size, especially if they’re on sale? Finally, why head to the concession counter for your drinks when all the people working behind it look underage?
Pizza is not a healthy food, no matter what you put it on/on it. Perhaps some pizza chains out there offer a whole-wheat crust; I wouldn’t know. All I know is that take-out pizza is not exactly the most healthy thing out there. Putting it on a whole wheat curst doesn’t change all that much.
The Internet is weird. Why am I hardly ever able to discern the gender of fellow Asian music lovers online? I seem to default to “female” for some reason.
Shoes hurt. Despite working at a shoe store, I am still too lazy to buy a proper pair of flats (some Mary Janes couldn’t hurt) so that I don’t have to hobble home after working a paltry six hours. Then again, I really could use the extra two inches or so that these (high-heeled) loafers give me…
Shoes are also weird. Also, can someone explain the difference between a mocassin and a loafer to me? Thanks.
Also, I need more shoes *_* and socks. I wonder if I will still be saying this a week from now.
My aunt is coming back for a visit tomorrow; I have no idea how long it’ll be.
Business casual makes no sense. While it’s nice not to have to wear a uniform to work, the messy guideline of “business casual” doesn’t really help. I bought a three-quarter length Oxford shirt (I’ve always wanted one of those *_*) and a pair of slacks (which are actually a bit too big–more on this later) and I’m rotating this with about three or four different tops and another pair of slacks. I’m scared that everything I have is too casual. Or too… not business casual-y. Whatever that means. They did specifically say “NO DENIM,” so I guess that’s out, but I guess a shiny fabric isn’t really appropriate either, huh? Eh, why don’t I just ask the assistant manager?
Vanity sizing is annoying. I am very sure that Old Navy practices vanity sizing, unless I was shopping in the plus-size department. The girls will remember that during our one shopping trip (ONE!! shopping trip in all the years we’ve known each other. This is sad!) I estimated my size at an eight. This was based, of course, on the professional opinion of a swimsuit salesperson. Eh heh heh. Anyway, my arms loaded with slacks and various other things I thought were cute, I trundled off to the dressing room. It also doesn’t help that Old Navy pants come in regular and short (which I assume is for short people, like me) and I kept grabbing TWO of everything. Vanity sizing might make women feel better about themselves, but in the end, it just becomes a hassle when I have to try on sizes I never thought I’d be able to squeeze into. I mean, there’s a reason why I’ll never try a pair of double-zero pants: They will be way too small. As stores play around with the scales, the customers are forced to spend more time comparing and trying on and comparing and… ergh.
At least they don’t do that with shoes. Generally it’s within a size of whatever you “usually” wear.
Chinese sizes aren’t quite in sync with North American ones, either. A medium in Chinese terms is closer to the small here than the medium.
One last thing: it’s so worth it to speak French to the tourists just so they can go “OMG THE CHINESE GIRL SPEAKS FRENCH!” Although I’ve figured out that it’s not really worth much to be able to speak French and Cantonese; usually people who speak those languages can also speak English. Not always well, granted, but well enough to convey what they want. It’s the Spanish ones you have to watch out for. Luckily, the other new girl speaks Spanish, so it’s all good 🙂
Tee hee hee.
