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<title><![CDATA[Working hard for a paycheck... However I got a fun surprise instead]]></title>
<link>http://theeyear.wordpress.com/2012/04/30/working-hard-for-a-paycheck-however-i-got-a-fun-surprise-instead/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 18:00:30 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kaaarensitaaa</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Soooooooo, I work at this art store right? Well at this store I have a million and one different thi]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Soooooooo,</p>
<p>I work at this art store right? Well at this store I have a million and one different things to do at all times. I cashier, I&#8217;m on the floor helping customers, I fix the store after all the customers have gone home. I do go backs, which just means I put things back in their place when the customer leaves the things they found out were just too expensive or their child brought without their approval. I do special orders. I do the deposits at the bank. Like I said a <strong>million and one</strong> things.</p>
<p>A few nights ago(Saturday), I was closing the store like any other saturday, we had the rush, the huge line, and then they were all gone, but before they were all gone, there was 2 people still left in the line. I had been on the register trying to help this process go by faster, and they were up, they came to my register. This couple can only be described as the <strong>mostttttt adorable lesbian couple EVERRRRRR! In the history of ever.</strong></p>
<p>The Stereotypical lesbian couple. There was the more masculine one, as well as the feminine one. The &#8220;butchie&#8221; one was carrying a baby holder, the ones where they hang out like a backpack but in your front, with a baby in it, and the baby loved her. She kept touching her nose, her face, kissing her, or rather drooling on her. The other one, the more feminine one was pushing the cart and she came to my lane. I soon found out that the &#8220;butchie&#8221; one was Ann, and the other was Becca!</p>
<p>Ann though had this smile that made me smile. As I scanned the items, they said thanks for keeping the store open for them, and smiled, and asked how my day had been going. I answered that I was at work, and bored, and tired, they just smiled, and I told them how people probably thought we were &#8220;mean&#8221; because we closed the store at 9 on a saturday, and that being a cashier I was a &#8220;jerk&#8221; for trying to get them out in a hurry .</p>
<p>Becca smiled and said that when she was younger she had actually had my job, and that it was what brought her to &#8220;her Ann&#8221;. And they smiled and I noticed that throughout the whole time that they had been at my register, they had never stopped holding hands. Finally it was time to pay. Ann pulled out her wallet and paid. Becca smiled and placed all the bags back into the cart. I walked behind them to let them out of the store and as they were leaving Becca looked back and said something pretty deep.</p>
<p>She said, &#8220;don&#8217;t let the world tell you otherwise, you are who you are. It&#8217;s something to be proud of.&#8221;</p>
<p>I looked at her puzzled, after this phrase she walked away with a smile.</p>
<p>Now that could have been aimed at two things, one she knows I&#8217;m gay and coming out, which would be creepy, or two the talk we had while at the register. I choose to think that it was the coming out thing without the creepy part of course.</p>
<p>This couple will probably never ever think about me again, however I loved it! &#60;3. I wish I could have gotten a picture of them, but I&#8217;ll remember them <strong>forever</strong>! &#60;3 <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  : )</p>
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<title><![CDATA[and then there are days like this one....]]></title>
<link>http://sofiaportland.wordpress.com/2009/11/04/and-then-there-are-days-like-this-one/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:45:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Micha</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, I believe I jinx my own existence.  I usually trust my instincts and my gut feelings.  An]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes, I believe I jinx my own existence.  I usually trust my instincts and my gut feelings.  And I so like to believe those instincts that it is an utter disappointment when things turn out just THE OPPOSITE or completely different to say the least.</p>
<p>This morning I was all chipper and positive and so convinced that I would know EXACTLY how this day shall turn out.  I am not even saying that this is a BAD day, it is just so surprising that &#8211; so far &#8211; it is nothing like I expected.  First off, it did not rain, which actually contributed to me being so positive&#8230;.  Then it is a Wednesday, and the last Wednesdays just knocked me off my feet &#8211; I was so busy.  Well, let&#8217;s just say that THIS PARTICULAR Wednesday will NOT be counted among them.  Next, I had planned all these things for today, somehow wanting to repeat my yesterday which was super productive.  On that note &#8211; I have managed to cut off two pairs of jeans ALL DAY.  And I have about ten more sitting here waiting to be hemmed.  Productive?  Ah, not so.  Sidetracked, doing all kinds of useless stuff, oh yes!  Furthermore, I was convinced I would hear from two important people, the first one did not call and the other one did not show up.  I was so sure I would hear from them!</p>
<p>Well, I can only say two things &#8211; my gut feelings are wrong sometimes and a day like this one just proves it.  And &#8211; the day is not over yet!</p>
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