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Victoria's Lil Secret

Yesterday was my first 'official' shift at VS. From 6-midnight. What a crazy first shift right?! Nonetheless I was excited. I had to go get a bunch more black clothes before work though. The hardest thing was shoes because I work in the back room and I have to climb up a lot of things. But I still want to look dressy. So Toms it was! Except they don't sell the fake toms anymore, so I ended up getting the real thing. The guy at the shoe store was adamant that I get the tightest pair possible because they're going to stretch. Hey, I got new shoes and another person did in the deal.

So I went to work. I had an unpleasant visitor that morning though, my period. Stupid period. Need I go over all the times it visited this past year? My birthday, the bestby's birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, college interview, graduation, and now this. Stupid period. Stupid cramps. Anyways. The store closed at six so that we could get to work on the SEMI-ANNUAL SALE!!!! You can scream now. They have some really good deals. I would know. I had one of the mark down guns.  Here's me before my first real day.

Hair did, smile, excited. It was great. The bestby had to start work at the same time as me so he gave me a pep talk before work. Such a sweetheart. I had no idea where this certain parking lot was so I got very, very lost. He came and helped me park in the right spot. He walked me to my door and then I was off. Being the newbie that I am, I didn't know what to do when I went in. So I walked into the back and locked my purse up. And stood there awkwardly while a bunch of girls filed in. 

When enough people were there, we got to work rearranging the entire store for the sale. And I mean the entire store. I had no ideas where everything went in the first place, and I definitely don't have a clue now. I was in charge of finding all the cotton bras and marking them down. It was harder than I thought it would be! Plus, there's about twenty different shades of pink. I now kind of know the difference between gypsy rose and pink. Kind of. I totally messed up at one point, and marked down about twenty of the newest, most expensive bras in the store. I didn't realize my mistake until I had them sorted into band size and cup size all over the floor. I quickly dug through all the piles and took the stickers off and hung them up as quickly as I could before a manager realized my mistake. Phew! It was close. 

Once I had all the bras marked down, I had to sort them by color, Roy B Giv style. It was fun. Everyone was saying that they were glad they didn't have my job but I was actually having a whole lot of fun! I made it so pretty. And then I came in this morning and it was completely ruined. It was so very sad.

I did a whole lot of other stuff but it's pretty boring. Just mostly sorting and movie things around. I didn't end up getting to leave until 2:00 in the morning though. Whew, what a first shift. There were still people there setting things up when I left too. So sad. When I left with another girl, the manager while checking our bags told us to scream fire not rape. Thanks for that. 

I got about four hours of sleep, then it was time to go back to work again. I really had about five hours to sleep but I was so tired and stressed about how I had no time to sleep so I couldn't sleep. One of those kinds of nights. 

Day two of work. Please notice my huge red lips from dehydration. I got so into everything I forgot to drink water. I didn't do that today though! I drank drank drank! The first thing I had to do today was to destroy a box so I could put it in the recycle. I spent about twenty minutes trying to compact a little box. I felt so dumb. Finally someone showed me how to do it an easier way. Man, I felt dumb. I also felt dumb when I had to keep climbing ladders and couldn't figure out the most efficient way to put the heavy boxes up. 

I am sore. 

The funniest part of the day was when I was about to leave. I had to sprinkle these little things into all the underwear bins. This girl looked at them and was like, I want to buy one but it would be a waste, my boyfriend doesn't appreciate lingerie. And I was like what do you mean. And she told me about how she bought all this stuff for valentines day to surprise him and he was like you could've just worn nothing. I didn't really know what to say to that. It was pretty funny though. I hope I meet more funny people like that. 

So that was my first two shifts of work! Fourteen hours in less than a day. I can't wait until I get used to this, that'll be nice. There's so many little things I need to learn there. What was your first job like? Goodnight!
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