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First Day

Today was my first day of work as VS. I was excited and extremely nervous at the same time. Deep down I was scared it would turn out like when I helped out the bestby at his work for Black Friday. I was let go after two hours because not enough people were buying and I was dating an employee. It was ok, I mean, I felt bad for breaking Gibb's rule number 12 from NCIS. Speaking of NCIS, that reminded me of Burn Notice. Jeffery Donovan was here the other day for Bolder Boulder! SO COOL! He was dating one of my teachers daughters so he came to my high school awhile ago, but that was the one time I decided to skip a school place. I missed out on sitting in the same room as MICHAEL WESTEN!!!!! Oh well, I think I'll be ok.

 Anyways. I'm still employed, I made it through my first day yay! Training was more tiring than I thought it would be. Why is it that just sitting and listening can be so tiring? I'm always exhausted after church sometimes after learning so much! We watched a few videos about the history of the store and it was pretty cool. Unfortunately we had to watch one about how to avoid organized crime rings. That doesn't happen everyday. But now, I know how to get them! MUHAHAHA!

It's so exciting working retail at the same mall as the bestby. I was telling him about my day and he's gone through all the same things already. We're cute :) After spending an extra hour learning how to work the cash register, I was told that I'm actually working in the back room. Soooo. I'll see how that goes. I have noo idea how I'm going to lift heavy boxes, my upper body strength, it's a little low at the moment. Haha! But a job is a job and I'm grateful to have one, especially at one of my favorite stores. I'm totally ready to help women feel confident, sexy, and forever young! That's the motto and all.

Happy Friday!
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  1. KathyJune 4, 2012 at 10:47 AM

    It was so good to see you and Sammy yesterday! So glad that your first day at Victoria Secret went so well.

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