OKAY!

Self, it's time to stop this weird isolationist bullshit, cos I don't know about you, but you're acting a bit weirder than normal for no reason at all.

So get over it!

( and in other news... )

A piece of advice to all managers out there: please consider the way in which you say something to someone before saying it, especially if many other people will also hear it.

Who is the man? I AM THE MAN.

I am the man because a customer I helped DEMANDED to speak to the district manager and in a v. loud voice (loud enough so that the store could hear) regaled me as sweet, professional, nice and willing to go above and beyond. Also that she is a customer for life.

Sure, retail job, but that was nice to hear anyway, and bully for me.

Today while at work, on my lunch break, I was walking back to LB from McDonald's and saw two young guys dressed in overalls walking through the crowd. I thought I was hallucinating, because they were dressed like Mario and Luigi, complete with the white gloves, Mario's trademark 'stache, and the fact that Mario was shorter than Luigi.

I wasn't.

They re-appeared ahead of me in the crowd a moment later - Mario winked and nodded at me, and then they continued on down the mall, hopping down the short flight of stairs into the fountain area (complete with the jumping-Mario hand motion), and then disappeared into Pottery Barn.

( WoW babble, feel free to skip )

Hours are picking up at work, which is good because I have heard nothing from any of the places I applied to. I knew that we as a retail store would be going through a slow period, but not that slow -- however, it's not like I've given up looking for another job, because if Erica keeps being so awesomely bad at being a manager I might have a stroke right on the sales floor.

Things with the roommate are going much, much, much better -- in fact, I think they might even be going swimmingly. Now that I know he's in his room playing WoW and not simply staring at the walls and saying nothing to anyone we're right back where we started. I often go hang out in his room and sit on his bed and, well, hang out.