Generally speaking...


Whoever has the warmest smile wins!
As taken from my MySpace blog. Y'all know I got a MySpace? Good lawd, I'm changing...

Man, what is up with me? That's what I asked myself in the mirror earlier this evening.

I'm thinking I'm this scatterbrained-ass chick that'll never get it right sometimes. In one of my blogs, I explained how I prayed for a steady income until I set myself straight. So I get the job, I work with a bunch of girls (who can be catty at times) and I like them. I feel very comfortable around them, like they're a bunch of my cousins. But something's not quite right...

Commission sales, man. It's evil. I've invested in a few lip glosses for reapplication every half-hour. Ass-kissing really dries my poor lips out! And because there's 10 of us in our department, and the sales are a bit slow, your girl isn't making any money. Whenever a customer appears to need help, that shit is like a race, man. Whoever has the warmest smile wins!

Now I'm not going to count myself out completely. I am good at selling myself, so the sales that I have garnered to date is from me stepping away from the madness to learn the merchandise on the floor. Man, tell me I won't pop off whatever little knowledge I have on an item and make the shit seem like high science:

"Ma'am, this bra is a polyester/spandex blend, designed for an abundance of comfort and no chafing. Are you currently chafing? Hmm...it's from the cotton you're wearing. (The customer I handled wasn't chafing--she just had dry breasts) Poly-blend bras are the wave of the future. It was featured--no, not on Oprah, but a little show called "Boomshakalaka". You've never heard of it? Do you have satellite TV? No? Well, then that's why. Here...enough of all that, let me show you our newest collection..."

I mean, I hate to do this people, man, I really do. B.S.ing to sell lingerie to ashy-breasted women? Not my style. And in true Cancerian fashion, I slipped away to the stock room to get my weep on. "What is wrong with me? I hate this job!" But I had to shake it off and get turn my B.S.-o-meter back up before anyone could notice I was gone.

Whoever has the warmest smile wins!

back, back ~~~ forth and forth
March 24, 2006 @ 1:56 p.m.
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who the hell?
If you must know...I'm Alia, and I'm two cycles of nine plus THREE. I like ALL types of ill shit (just kidding) and books.
past thoughts

Whoever has the warmest smile wins!-March 24, 2006

Prayer Works!-February 21, 2006

Life gloss-January 31, 2006

Worn down Ny-Lon-January 29, 2006

The Here and Now-January 21, 2006