feels like i'm not wearing shoes at all

first day of work today.

and it was pretty close to what i had been expecting.. smelly, boring, smelly, repetitive, smelly, intimidating.. and did i mention smelly?

is it possible to be poisoned by the plastic fumes cast by many many rubber soles and heels? if so, i should be dead. or shall die. i had to hold my breathe each time i tore open the plastic wrapping around a pair of new shoes. and when i forgot.. well, i paid the consequences.

but other than the repelling smell, i'm not bad at unwrapping shoes apparently. overall, i did okay.

well, besides the part where i walked into one of the display shelves and knocked over a few pairs of shoes.

or the part where i mixed up two different racks. one being on sale, the other not. (imagine how confused the customers were when they tried to pay only to find the price difference.)

and you know, telling my workmate, i needed to take a piss instead of, as he put it, "use the bathroom."

and i think... when i told my manager i was a uni student i asked her what did she do.. (she also didn't seem very impressed when informed her of my taste in music and that i'd never been clubbing.)

but other than all that, i think i did okay. i'll get use to the smell. and they seem to like me enough, cause my manager called soon after i left and gave me another shift for sunday. i may be complaining now, but really, i could get use to this job.

it's just like cleaning your room whilst making public announcements to a bored and unwilling audience.