the trickster has finally been tricked

Meghan:  just took a personality test online as part of a job application.  favorite question?  "Are you tricky?"

 Sent at 9:43 AM on Wednesday

 me:  hahahaha

I wonder what answer they want

 Meghan:  i know!  wouldn't the trickiest answer be "no"?

 me:  I've often been described as tricky (mostly by Eliza and her mom) but I've never felt particularly tricky

 Meghan:  maybe the unconscious trickster is trickiest of all

 me:  so what did you put?

 Meghan:  i put "no," but now regret it

 me:  haha

 Meghan:  especially as this is an application for.....MY FATHER'S RESTAURANT

 me:  HAHAHAHAHA

 Meghan:  i have FULLY regressed to my highschool self.  the transformation is complete.

cleavage for Obama

What a day!  And I still have to wait up to see the results.

I woke up this morning at 6:00 (before my alarm even went off) so I could vote with Heather before work.  It was definitely an interesting crowd at our local mall.  I think I can speak for both of us when I say our favorite was the old man directly behind us who tried to cut us in line pretty consistently for the entire hour and a half we waited.  Although a close second was the two little girls who became friends in line while their mothers were waiting.  At one point I overheard one of them say to the other, "my mom is voting for Barack Obama, who is your mom voting for?"

At least we had some camaraderie amidst the sea of sour old faces painted on our fellow voters, clutching their "who to vote for if you're conservative" flyers they had no doubt received at their local Elk's club meeting.  But nonetheless I'm glad I did my part and voted.  I only saw a few other people at work today sporting stickers like mine, but a lot of people assured me they voted early.  I commented on one older lady's sticker and she said, "Oh I actually voted last week but my husband voted today and when he came home I stole it from him.  I said, 'you're not leaving the house today and I am so I'm taking this with me'".  Haha I loved her.  UNlike Noriko who stole her mom's "I voted" sticker because she was too ashamed to admit she forgot to register.  For shame.  At least we all know who to blame if Romney gets elected.  I don't even want to type it and possibly conjure it in to existence.

Anyways, thanks to my voting this morning I was able to stay at work for my full shift today, which turned in to staying an hour and a half later.  A half hour before I was going to leave I got a mother daughter combo (my favorite) who were still trying things on when it was time for me to clock out.  I decided to wait it out to make sure they got everything they needed.  BIG mistake, HUGE.  The mom ended up wanting to pay with a check, which of course didn't go through.  The register wanted me to call for authorization and nobody knew how to do it.  All of my managers were either in a meeting or on break so I ended up being stuck running around like a chicken with its head cut off for a good hour. The daughter finally ended up paying for it herself, even though it was her birthday present.  And to top it off, because I was elsewhere trying to track down a manager, she ended up leaving without one of her dresses because they didn't realize I had put it in a garment bag and not in with her other things.  DIOS MIO.

But I'm finally home, eating my leftovers from yesterday, and venting to you all.  Once I feel like myself I will decide if I want to watch the election results online or head out to a bar to watch it with others.  I don't know if it's a good idea to be at a bar if it turns out that Romney gets elected though.  I may just drink myself to oblivion.

Let's all hope that doesn't happen.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

so wrong but it feels so right

Between Gala and my sister I'm sure somebody is going to throw paint on me but I can't help it.  I've decided this is what I am going to get myself for christmas.

Let me know when NYC is up and running so I can come visit.  I need a legit excuse to actually wear this, otherwise I am going to be pairing it with a t-shirt and jeans all winter so I don't overheat.  Because you know I'll be wearing it on the daily.

Jon said it looks like the lower half of my face is horribly disfigured and I have to cover it when I go in public.  ADDED BONUS.

I need this

source

This would make writing blog posts so much easier!

I don't really see why this is a Regretsy pick though.  It's really more genius than anything else.

It's almost that time

Bloomingdale's has had christmas decorations up for almost a month already but they still haven't started playing the music.  I know it's going to happen soon and I can't wait, because it means they will finally start playing some Mariah.

I pointed this out to Gala today and she was not amused.  Hopefully she will come around when the time comes.  I mean really, who can resist that song?  NOBODY.

Maybe with the changing of the clocks tonight will come the changing of the music at the mall.  I will be going to sleep with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.  And by sugarplums I of course mean Mariah.

I forgot about her

As informed as I try to be about what's going on in my world I am always astounded by how long the list of Presidential nominees is on the ballot.  I got my practice ballot in the mail the other day and I was looking at the names thinking, "wow, I've never heard of any of these people".

Until I got to the third from the bottom and I cracked up.  I will say, I did hear about her campaign, and I do recognize that name.  I will also resist the urge to vote for her to instead, have my vote hopefully count in the sunshine state.  Though articles like this add to my suspicions that my vote isn't as important in Florida as I hope it would be.

Still, I'm going through the motions, hopefully it won't be for naught.  

rabbit rabbit rabbit

The most unsettling part of realizing it is November was turning over the calendar page and feeling the end so close.  I've been looking forward to the next two months though, as I am set to make some serious commission at work.  The shoppers do not kid around at this mall.

Skylar and I both have to open this morning so neither of us did anything fun for Halloween.  He did come up to Ft. Lauderdale to have lunch with me though, and I even coerced him in to playing a game of pool.  UNfortunately he won too.

I told him to write our names on the chalkboard and he goes, "our real names or our fake names?!" which such earnestness in his voice.  I asked him what my fake name was and he said Goldielocks, which I approve of.  When I asked him what his fake name was he replied without hesitation, "Taylor".  I asked him if that's the name he gives at Starbucks when he doesn't want to deal with his real name and he goes, "no, I just like that name".

So I guess I will cling to the fact that I didn't technically lose to Skylar, I lost to Taylor.  He was a fierce competitor.  Perhaps I will stop by his store this morning and bring him a congratulatory tea.

I will not be taking any fashion cues from this month's Barbie though.

So much brown.  It's like sexy evening wear UPS delivery person.  No bueno.