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The Goody, Jr and Me

I used to work at a Sam Goody music store in the mall and I can safely say that I never EVER saw myself working in a mall. I don't even like shopping in a mall. I will take Target any day of the week over any mall (except Mall of America because who can pass up 2,639 stores in one place? Sorry, 2,638 stores). I don't generally like shopping either. I don't window shop cause that's just depressing to go look at shit you can't buy. WHY? Yeah, I don't get it. Then when I do have money, like this weekend, and the ok from the husband to spend some, like this weekend, I still don't spend like some people. I got a couple pairs of pants (god knows I really did need those though, you can only were jammie pants to so many places), a couple pair of gloves for $1.50, a cheap watch and I was happy. Got Monkey Boy a couple Spiderman outfits that were on clearance. We weren't sure if we were gonna get them but as I was showing them to Daddy, the boy lost his mind right there on the spot. We'll take those two outfits NOW please. Thank you. Got Peanut the cutest black dress with a long sleeve pink onsie under it. Oh. My. God. With her black mary janes, she is one rocking baby! Anyhoo....I'm missing the shopping gene that most women have. I think my friend Lindsey may have my gene somehow. If I ever met anyone who knows how to shop and still save, it's her. My kids are decked out in her kids' clothes they outgrew. My girl is kicking ass in the coolest looking clothes. Can't wait till she fits into the pink Minnesota Vikings track pants and jersey top. I think I may cry. I DO HAVE A POINT....THE MALL...I tell you, glorious internet, about the mall because one of my ex coworkers said some really nice things about me and I want to drive to Winona or Muskego or wherever he is and hug him. There was a bulletin about how you met the person that sent this to you and I posted it and he responded first and this is what he wrote:

Jeff ~ I met trish at Work (Goody) ... one day I came in and I went from being the bad ass big Sale Associate to finding out Trish was one of the new Managers. I thought: "Oh NO! (Another Jesse?) errr..." well.. I soon found out she was the coolest, most down to earth, 'say whats on your mind' chicas. I try to model my own management style after her to this day :P miss ya Trish :)

I love Jeff. We used to call him Jr. cause there was another Jeff there but he was older than Jr, in management and had some stinky farts but would warn you if you were too close. Wow. I can't believe I just told the internet that. I hope Jeff Sr doesn't read this page HA! Jesse was a 3rd key which is basically senior sales associate. She wasn't exactly the nicest person I've ever worked with. It was her way or no way. She was always right and if she did one thing she was SUPPOSED to do, it was as if she saved the store from eternal damnation. Yeah so Jr was thrilled that I was not like that. I love that I was called a manager even though I was management in training the whole time. But I did all the mgt stuff: opening and closing the store, deposits, being there alone the week of Christmas, 9months pregnant at 7am having to pee and the store is open but I don't have a second person coming in til 9am and I have to call security to come down and watch the store while I go the bathroom. Wow, again, I can't believe I shared that. Well, yes, I can.


So you can see why I love Jeff. Jeff rocks. I babble though. If you've stuck through this post, God bless you. I don't think even I could do that. Go take an aspirin, a drink, whatever you need to lose the headache. I myself will be enjoying a Mt. Dew. Goodnight dear internet.

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