It's a beautiful day in Seattle. Wait ... no? We're still in Jersey?
You could have fooled me ...
It may seem ridiculous to wear a knit hat in the "summer time", but this weather has been so depressing, I feel as depressed as I usually get in the winter time. Just be happy that I'm not sporting my snowsuit and fancy mittens, because trust me, it definitely crossed my mind.
Just when I thought this rain was over, at about 9pm tonight, I hear a wooshing sound outside my double windows. Imagining to look outside and see trees swaying erratically, due to the high wind forces outside, of course, I peered through my blinds to see what we've only seen 22 days of this month. Rain. Did we do something wrong? Or is the earth just really thirsty. Maybe we can arrange for the skies to open up and rain some Gatorade instead, you know, just get this whole "earth dehydration" thing over with.
Today was a day full of way too much stuff. And I'm only talking about my actual paying job. We had our first huge, enormous, way too serious, with tension so thick in the air, you were scared to sneeze or someone might fire you on the spot, visit. (Since Macy's had changed from a Macy's with regions, to merged districts about two months ago.) I am a Visual Merchandiser for Macy's. That means that I make stuff look good, I wrestle mannequins and change them on a daily basis, I create the entire setting for events, I climb 20 foot ladders with a drill in one hand, and a heavy object in another - risking my life on a daily basis, I can even reupholster a chair or make you an entire "fake" outdoor patio setting, complete with brick and pebble flooring, hanging lamps that actually light, and a floral arrangement that Martha Stewart would be proud of. I wear many hats as a Visual Merchandiser. I'm forced to be Ty Pennington, Martha Stewart, Vera Wang, and Bob Vila on a daily basis. Literally. There are only four people for my entire three story store, so the workload is a heavy one. Now, today's visit was specifically for us four visual merchandisers. A clan of people in head to toe black suits/black ultra trendy yet still professional outfits, spent an entire 8am to 6pm day in my store, critiquing, criticizing, applauding and praising every architecturally correct floor-gridding planogram, to every little pin in each mannequin. With all these black suit gangs and all of this thick tension following them, you expected Obama to be trailing behind them with two inhumanly large bodyguards en tow.
Needless to say, the visit went phenomenal. Which is surprising, because our district boss is the most anal human being on earth. I swear, his eyes are actual levels. He pointed something out that was "crooked". "It's an eigth of an inch off." 'He is insane', I thought to myself. Swearing up and down that it wasn't, I just had to measure it for myself. Needless to say, the little freak was right. I bet he combs the tassels on his curtains every night before bed.
I've been up since 5am for for last two days, with not much sleep for about two weeks now. So as you can imagine, I am about to drop! Think of me tomorrow as I'm cleaning scuff marks off of mannequins' toes. Although I mean that as sarcasm, it sadly is probably the truth.
Toodles!
