Hanky Panky

I am so glad that I work in the behind-the-scenes end of the store. I don't think I would get away with the way I say the brand-names of the products we sell if I were on the floor. I mean, seriously, people who decide to create a lingerie brand either think of a name that sounds vaguely french (of course only France could be responsible for beautiful and high-quality lingerie, duh) or that sounds like a weird sexual position (i.e. Hanky Panky). I find myself constantly stifling my strong desires to mock the pretentious products I have to sell to the person on the other end of the phone. It's also fun times talking to our male customers about converting their waist-size into a female size so they can buy thongs for themselves. Oh yeahhhh.

PS- Um...Nickelodeon is releasing a movie with Chris Malone and Amy Sedaris. Anyone else jumping for joy?

In my next life...

I'm going to train to be an olympic swimmer.

And it's been a while...

At least my last post was also in a month that begins with A.

Well, I quit my soul-destroying job, went to NTC in Denver for a month, moved to Charleston and got a job selling over priced thongs.

It's kind of sad that the last three (almost four) months can be summed up that quickly. I am a thousand times happier than I was. I really didn't realize the depth of my misery until I crawled out of the cave, realized that my gut wasn't just overreacting and I wasn't just being a weakling who can't hang outside of the collegiate womb (thanks Kel for the O article).

NTC really changed my perspective on a lot of things. It was a godsend that I happened to go this particular year. I can't describe the experience to anyone who wasn't there. I guess it's like holding your breath until you almost pass out and then taking that big gasp of air and feeling your lungs filling with cool oxygen. Euphoria. Absolute Euphoria.