Today was the first day of Selfridges' Summer Sale Spectacular. Do ya think that's enough alliteration? And my goodness, wasn't it fun?
Actually, that's a lie. It started out a truly crap day. First I was running a smidge late. When I say a smidge late, I mean that I would still get to work on time, but would actually have to put some effort into getting to my department for the correct time, rather than just wondering up the escalator and not worrying about those damn customers in the way! This rush results in an out of breath, red faced KJ, and is generally rather unattractive and takes me a while to become professionally capable again. Fail.
ANYWAY, I digress. Yes, I was running a smidge late, and then I got to the tube station. Upon entering the station I hear the message "I repeat, the Victoria line has been suspended. Please seek alternative routes." Needless to say, a few choice words were said to myself, and after a quick chat with one of the lovely guys who work for TFL, I found myself waiting for an overground train to Liverpool Street. Queue delayed train number one, that when it eventually turns up, ends up absolutely rammed with bodies before I can even get within touching distance of it. Needless to say I waited for delayed train number 2.
In the end, after much stressing, I was only 10 minutes late for my shift, but this included much huffing, puffing and red-face-ness. Oh so attractive!
From here, though, the Gods of the world seemed intent on cheering me up. Everything went rather swimmingly with everything, and it was generally a good day. Not rushed-off-my-feet-busy, but pleasantly occupied most of the time. This in itself was a miracle as the brand I sell for Selfridges isn't actually in sale and is therefore at full price. But for pretty much every two customers that asked "are you in sale?", when I replied "I'm afraid not, sorry", one was buying something still. Win much? Needless to say my managers loved me today.
But back to style related matters. There is an occurrence that has kept happening at work, I have noticed. They often say women who live or work together will sync on certain things, usually periods and such like (I can hear all you boys going "yeuck!"), but it would seem we also sync on other things.
For our uniform we are required to wear skirts/dresses, heels and hosiery. Everything must be black - apart from the hosiery which can also be natural. Now, our uniforms are not provided for us, so we all buy for ourselves, and yet between us, we nearly always seem to have the majority of us wearing the same style hosiery.
The other day when it was rather warm outside, the majority of the girls were wearing fishnet tights or hold ups. Today, the majority of us were wearing back seamed hosiery.
If this happened once, it could easily be coincidence, but this is becoming more regular. This is especially weird, for me anyway, because until yesterday I didn't own any back seamed tights; I simply impulse-bought some whilst at work.
Us girls are clearly very much in sync from having to work together.
Here's a pretty picture of mine (Jonathan Aston), worn with one of my favourite skirts (Marks and Spencers) and my favourite going out shoes (Faith @ Debenhams), as my work ones are at work... surprisingly enough.
Anyway, that's it for now. I have nothing else of interest to say. Just be proud of me for managing to blog less than a week since my last post. Things may gradually be improving.
ANYWAY, I digress. Yes, I was running a smidge late, and then I got to the tube station. Upon entering the station I hear the message "I repeat, the Victoria line has been suspended. Please seek alternative routes." Needless to say, a few choice words were said to myself, and after a quick chat with one of the lovely guys who work for TFL, I found myself waiting for an overground train to Liverpool Street. Queue delayed train number one, that when it eventually turns up, ends up absolutely rammed with bodies before I can even get within touching distance of it. Needless to say I waited for delayed train number 2.
In the end, after much stressing, I was only 10 minutes late for my shift, but this included much huffing, puffing and red-face-ness. Oh so attractive!
From here, though, the Gods of the world seemed intent on cheering me up. Everything went rather swimmingly with everything, and it was generally a good day. Not rushed-off-my-feet-busy, but pleasantly occupied most of the time. This in itself was a miracle as the brand I sell for Selfridges isn't actually in sale and is therefore at full price. But for pretty much every two customers that asked "are you in sale?", when I replied "I'm afraid not, sorry", one was buying something still. Win much? Needless to say my managers loved me today.
But back to style related matters. There is an occurrence that has kept happening at work, I have noticed. They often say women who live or work together will sync on certain things, usually periods and such like (I can hear all you boys going "yeuck!"), but it would seem we also sync on other things.
For our uniform we are required to wear skirts/dresses, heels and hosiery. Everything must be black - apart from the hosiery which can also be natural. Now, our uniforms are not provided for us, so we all buy for ourselves, and yet between us, we nearly always seem to have the majority of us wearing the same style hosiery.
The other day when it was rather warm outside, the majority of the girls were wearing fishnet tights or hold ups. Today, the majority of us were wearing back seamed hosiery.
If this happened once, it could easily be coincidence, but this is becoming more regular. This is especially weird, for me anyway, because until yesterday I didn't own any back seamed tights; I simply impulse-bought some whilst at work.
Us girls are clearly very much in sync from having to work together.
Here's a pretty picture of mine (Jonathan Aston), worn with one of my favourite skirts (Marks and Spencers) and my favourite going out shoes (Faith @ Debenhams), as my work ones are at work... surprisingly enough.Anyway, that's it for now. I have nothing else of interest to say. Just be proud of me for managing to blog less than a week since my last post. Things may gradually be improving.
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