I swear, I’m really not that weird!

Last night, I worked at the makeup store from 8-10 pm, restocking shelves after the arrival of a huge product shipment. I walked into the stockroom to find 200ish boxes of goodness: lipsticks, hair straighteners, perfumes in pretty atomizers, holiday gift sets, sparkly false lashes. I also found pizza, cookies, a good ol’ fashioned boom…

Stars! They’re just like us!

Coworker: “Jillian, I need you to help me with something for our department meeting.” Jillian: “Ok. What is it?” Coworker: “Who wore it best?” Jillian: “Excuse me?” Coworker: “You know, like in US Weekly, when they have celebs that wear the same outfits, and you vote who wore it best?” Jillian: “…yes?” Coworker: “I want…

Can’t live with ’em, can’t work with ’em.

One bad thing about working with so many boys is that, approximately one out of every three times I walk into the bathroom, the toilet seat is up and the toilet paper roll is empty. Also it smells like poo poo. Lots of poo poo. Oh, also this: [Upon arriving at the office this morning]…

Labor Day. Without so much focus on the “Labor” part.

It's Friday morning. I'm at work. I pulled into the parking lot at 8:30 and was one of 11 cars. There are over 700 employees here. I got to my desk. There were five people on my floor. My boss is gone. His boss is gone. The executives are gone. There is a dunk tank in one…

You just don’t know because you’re a BOY!

[Looking so cute and fashionable wearing a new shirt at work yesterday] Me: "Hey, have you written the copy for that email send yet?" Coworker: "Yes, but first of all, let’s talk about what in the hell you’re wearing. Is it a shirt? A coat? Pajamas? What is that?" Me: "It’s a poncho!" Coworker: "It…