Well, as Mother Nature keeps getting high off of greenhouse gasses, we will continue to live in a tumultuous climate of Chicago. After a beautiful day yesterday, we are covered in snow today. There were only supposed to be snow showers today...wrong. There has been around 3 inches of accumulation. We were teased so much over the past few days. It has been well into the 70's and now we have digressed. I hope this is only one day of torture.To prolong this torture, I have to work with the evil Ice Queen at Gap tonight and her frozen heart...and by her, I mean his. I suppose I will be isolated to some corner because he cannot stand it if I get near any other employees. He is probably indirectly the reason it snowed today; I would not be surprised. What a bitter person.
Today, at Barnes, we had a visit from Madeleine...Madeleine is the character from Ludwig Bemelmans' book Madeleine. It is the tale of a French girl in a boarding school. Madeleine has been quite popular for the past 60 years. It highlights many of the landmarks in Paris. The book received the Caldecott honor. It has fairly simple illustrations, but the ones that are in color are quite vivid in a charcoal/pastel way. Elaine and I switched off reading Madeleine books today because I had a sore throat. Richelle wore the costume. The children were excited to see Madeleine in person. My friends Tim and Justin came to visit me at B&N shortly after. It was great to see them! I think we have a kickass Nintendo Wii tournament coming soon!
I mean there was a guillotine in one of the books.
This morning, in the morning meeting, we were informed about a couple of award winners and distinguished books. The first is A Week in December by Sebastian Faulks. It recounts the week in the lives of seven different Londoners that all happen to converge at the end. I love books like that. They are always fun to read. Another is by a Discover Great New Writers winner called Mathilda Savitch by Victor Lodato. It is about a girl that is neglected by her parents after the death of her older sister. It looks fascinating. I hope to read both of these books in the near future.
A customer re-cap at Barnes today.
Basically, Brod's husband is at work one day and a saw flies off of the machinery. It lodges itself into his head. When Brod hears the news, she assumes he is dead, but he is not. It is lodged in a place that makes it possible to keep him alive, but if it were to come out, he would die. He lives life with a saw coming out of the front and center of his head for the rest of his time. Coming with this new anomaly is an head injury that makes him a little Turetteish. Obscenities fly from his mouth without control but he realizes it happens; he cannot stop the actions. Brod sees this as being a new part of him and almost takes joy in it realizing it is almost childlike. Each day, though, he gets worse and worse. Eventually, he takes to hitting her once or twice a week. She sees right through this and believes it is still better than any husband treats his wife. As the year draws on, he finds that it is time to die although he is young. He feels he cannot go on living the way he has been living. He confines himself to a room and he and Brod communicate through a hole.
Prior to this, he and Brod engage in a conversation about conversations. He has always felt inferior to her about everything. She is so witty and smart but yet he feels stupid. Come to find out he has kept a running tab of the amount of conversations they have had since married for three years: 6. She always avoids convo with him because she sees him as someone to love on, protect and cuddle with. She sees him almost as a child. She wants this. This angers him because it makes him feel even more inferior. After the saw lodges in his head, and this is quite some time after, she tells him she no longer loves him and never did. Finally, when he decides it is time to die, she takes it back. He does not believe her but just asks her to act like she did when they first met to help him with the remainder of his days.
This goes to show you never know how long someone is going to be around. Always keep it real and good with those closest to you. She makes a fool of herself. I know this often happens with many people, though.
As far as work went tonight at Gap. Mhmmm. We had two ice princesses in. I feel like I was treated like a baby. Once again...I was isolated and put in men's sale. What the hell is that? The time I did talk, Miryanna said "Less talk, more work kids." What are we, children? Holy crap. I work for the slave market. This is ridiculous. I don't understand how we are supposed to keep morale up within a store when there is no one there supporting it...I really wish my CEM Lead would have closed. Nolan is really cool...and he is Filipino; my experience with them has ALWAYS been good. Flips are the best people in the world. So, I bid my time in sale tonight...bunch of bull. I did have a nice time conversing with a couple of people. But, sometimes, there are those where you say How are you doing? with gritted teeth and they respond with a jean size (Today someone answered that same question at Barnes with I need Strega Nona...what made it better was that we did not have the version she wanted so I could tell her snotty ass we didn't have it). North Shore people need their asses wiped with gold. I did not ask you what size jean you are fool. Others, when they respond with a Good, how are you? I say Doing well. but what I am thinking is I am dying a little on the inside every time I have to talk to one of you. I feel like I have lost about half a million brain cells tonight and it was not from the drink I went out and had with Fabiola and Jeff. How do people make Gap their careers? I would shoot my foot or better yet step on a trail of broken glass and hypodermic needles before I would ever consider a CAREER with Gap.
Two good things came out of the evening, though:
So, off to bed!!!!
A customer re-cap at Barnes today. - When is Ozzy coming? Are you serious? Oh Good LORD.
- I NEED a coffee table book on Chicago. Then she names some type of edition. I said What type of coffee table book? She flipped her shite and said I just need a coffee table book on Chicago! NOW show me where. Kathy took her. No way I was going to do that. Kath said she brow beat her husband the whole time they were in the Illinois history section.
- My friend Pili, the Ukrainian, came! He brought his son Timothy to the section. Timothy was gibbering in Ukrainian, Russian and more English with me! I love it because he code-switches the three languages. :) Pili is really trying to learn English. He said a couple of complete, grammatically correct sentences to me today. It was exciting to hear his progress. He wants to run with me this summer in the city so he can learn more English! I think that will be a lot of fun!
Basically, Brod's husband is at work one day and a saw flies off of the machinery. It lodges itself into his head. When Brod hears the news, she assumes he is dead, but he is not. It is lodged in a place that makes it possible to keep him alive, but if it were to come out, he would die. He lives life with a saw coming out of the front and center of his head for the rest of his time. Coming with this new anomaly is an head injury that makes him a little Turetteish. Obscenities fly from his mouth without control but he realizes it happens; he cannot stop the actions. Brod sees this as being a new part of him and almost takes joy in it realizing it is almost childlike. Each day, though, he gets worse and worse. Eventually, he takes to hitting her once or twice a week. She sees right through this and believes it is still better than any husband treats his wife. As the year draws on, he finds that it is time to die although he is young. He feels he cannot go on living the way he has been living. He confines himself to a room and he and Brod communicate through a hole.
Prior to this, he and Brod engage in a conversation about conversations. He has always felt inferior to her about everything. She is so witty and smart but yet he feels stupid. Come to find out he has kept a running tab of the amount of conversations they have had since married for three years: 6. She always avoids convo with him because she sees him as someone to love on, protect and cuddle with. She sees him almost as a child. She wants this. This angers him because it makes him feel even more inferior. After the saw lodges in his head, and this is quite some time after, she tells him she no longer loves him and never did. Finally, when he decides it is time to die, she takes it back. He does not believe her but just asks her to act like she did when they first met to help him with the remainder of his days.
This goes to show you never know how long someone is going to be around. Always keep it real and good with those closest to you. She makes a fool of herself. I know this often happens with many people, though.
As far as work went tonight at Gap. Mhmmm. We had two ice princesses in. I feel like I was treated like a baby. Once again...I was isolated and put in men's sale. What the hell is that? The time I did talk, Miryanna said "Less talk, more work kids." What are we, children? Holy crap. I work for the slave market. This is ridiculous. I don't understand how we are supposed to keep morale up within a store when there is no one there supporting it...I really wish my CEM Lead would have closed. Nolan is really cool...and he is Filipino; my experience with them has ALWAYS been good. Flips are the best people in the world. So, I bid my time in sale tonight...bunch of bull. I did have a nice time conversing with a couple of people. But, sometimes, there are those where you say How are you doing? with gritted teeth and they respond with a jean size (Today someone answered that same question at Barnes with I need Strega Nona...what made it better was that we did not have the version she wanted so I could tell her snotty ass we didn't have it). North Shore people need their asses wiped with gold. I did not ask you what size jean you are fool. Others, when they respond with a Good, how are you? I say Doing well. but what I am thinking is I am dying a little on the inside every time I have to talk to one of you. I feel like I have lost about half a million brain cells tonight and it was not from the drink I went out and had with Fabiola and Jeff. How do people make Gap their careers? I would shoot my foot or better yet step on a trail of broken glass and hypodermic needles before I would ever consider a CAREER with Gap.
Two good things came out of the evening, though:
- I talked to Chris, a former co-worker at Gap, when I had to see if his store in Evanston had a certain pair of ugly cadet khakis (yes, Gap, your cadets look like someone shat on them or better yet bled all over them). Chris apparently interviewed for the Merchandise Manager position at Village Crossing last week. That would be awesome if he got it. I am training right now for MM. If he and I landed a store together, that would be sweet. He is easygoing...and it is just great to see someone else land a career with Barnes.
- Sheryle, Gap Body employee, has a sister that runs the ESL division in Wilmette schools. Bingo...that is what I will be endorsed in this summer. She wants to talk to me. Sheryle gave me her number tonight. I can call her sister Sandie tomorrow. :) I might have an ESL job. I think things are coming right together.
So, off to bed!!!!
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