One job has a uniform, even though I swore I was done with uniforms, it's only a polo shirt and khakis (gag). I'm on my feet the entire time, working by myself, and pushing sales on people. Job #2 involves some dressing up, but clothes that are comfortable enough to kneel in, definitely no heels or skirts (which I wouldn't wear anyways, but regardless). I'm dealing with small children and babies on a regular basis and pushing sales on people. Either way, my modus operandi is to get people to depart with their cash. I hate to say it, but I'll make people insulin resistant with my sweet talking if that's what it takes. This little girl is broke.
Honestly, how hard is it to get a job that doesn't involve a name tag? I mean, this isn't Boston, I'm not applying for Cheers, so why does everyone need to know my name?
Moving on. Today felt like a kid had trapped Western Pennsylvania in a glass jar, like we were lightning bugs, and left it out in the sun. My car doesn't have a (working) A.C., so I feel like I'm choking in humidity unless I have every window down, which causes winds to blow that make the Mid-West jealous. If I'm driving alone, as I usually am, a ponytail holder makes it all fine. The same could not be said today. Even with the nor'easter blasting through my car, it was miserably sticky. Summer is here, in all its butt-sweat glory. It was always my favorite season growing up, hands down, no compromise, but now that I'm out of school and don't have the time off, I think summer is losing it's place at the top. Butt-sweat's pretty gross.