It is quite clear that I am a journalism nerd.I am easily excited, and in turn panicked, by seeing writers, anchors and reporters or columnists on the shop floor.On Wednesday, however, I managed to s...
I don’t know what it is, but I’m useless at filling up our car.I mean, on paper it makes sense that I’d forget; we drive the car to do groceries, and drive to visit family on either coast so it gets ...
I didn’t realise that I could care any less about retail than I did, but since resigning the flippant side of me has gone a bit feral…and I have to say, that I am absolutely loving it.A mother / daug...
There is nothing more devilish, and delightful than a boozy brunch.This morning I had breakfast with two of my good friends before making a trip down the coast to hang with my nephew.He is still the ...
…why I gotta cut looseFootloose.Yes my friends, I am about to kick off my Sunday shoes.You see I’ve always been of the belief that dance cures all of life’s woes.Not serious dance…that kind of freaks...
Working in an inner-city department store we are lucky enough to be home to launches and special events.Today the selling floor was abuzz with one such an event.Let me take you back. Picture it, lunc...
I just don’t get customer logic.A lady and her son came into my section today and were looking at suits.“Are these ones reduced?” she inquired about our new range of suiting on the back-wall.“No, sor...
Good evening.It has recently come to my attention that like Natalie Imbruglia before me, I am accident-prone.You must understand I’m accident-prone.Over the duration of our recent move I think of hav...
As I explained earlier, coming back from leave is always difficult and as such, I am generally quite grumpy for the first week or two back on the job.This morning I was huffily walking around my sect...
…why coming back from leave is tortureI have just gone back to work after six days off for moving / a wedding and can easily say that there is nothing worse, in the entire world, than your first day ...
Some people are just not good at human interaction.A customer walked into my section.“Hi! How are you?”He stared at me: confused, a little angry looking and silent.He then walked around the fixture I...
Majority of men, myself included, despise shopping.Each day I am met with annoyed women who don’t know their husband, boyfriend or brother’s size and just wish the respective men in their lives would...
Sometimes what I hear needs no introduction…“I can’t believe she can’t tell he’s gay!”“Oh, come on! She can’t even tell that she is menopausal.”Wow…just WOW.
At the request of my friend and fellow blogger Lyndal, I have decided to reflect upon my life in the final year of high school.Picture it, Tweed Heads, 2005.It was a time of disposable income; living...
As you have probably noticed, while dealing with my retail rage the blog has also become a place for me to write about the things I love.You have no doubt noticed my love of cooking and the joy I get...
In a follow up to Monday’s rant, I feel it best to deal with the major issue I had with customers that day. You see in Queensland, and most other Australian states, it was the Queen’s Birthday public...
In honour of tonight’s second state of origin game I decided it best to take you back three weeks ago when Corey Parker came in shopping before the opening game of the series.This caused quite a stir...
I welcome you to the review of the second album that was part of my 3 for $20 deal at JB, the Pulp Fiction soundtrack.This album automatically gets five discount stickers for featuring my favourite m...
After branching out and trying some recipes that aren’t featured in a Nigella cookbook, I thought it best to come home to the domestic goddess and the pure joy she gives me. That and the Masterchef N...
Sometimes customers just don’t make any sense to me.For example, this lady approached me last week and said…“I’m shopping for my son.”“Ok, cool…”She grabs a shirt of the rack and asks, “would he wear...
Frente! had a song called Accidently Kelly Street. Last night I had an experience I have labelled accidental sodomy. How does that fit in the Culture Club? Well my friends, it happened at the theatre...
Welcome to what could go down as the most vitriolic, of my vitriolic rants about working in retail…today was hell. Today was one of those days where all the factors are in the exact alignment to crea...
Faustus is the story of Doctor, you guessed it, Faustus who sold his soul to the devil for knowledge and pleasure. The famous Doctor and his bargaining with Lucifer have led to countless plays, opera...
While I would love to be reviewing the song “Who’s that Girl” from the movie of the same name; that isn’t where this post is going.You see, there is one girl who seems to have many songs on the store...
Mark it down; my last two RDOs are the best I have ever had.Why?I was lucky enough to meet my beautiful new nephew…and it was amazing.Being the youngest in my family, I never had the joy of being aro...
I love The Beatles.I mean...I LOVE The Beatles.Listening to their music puts me in this euphoric, hypnotic state similar to when you blank out on the train and refocus when you arrive at the station....
…why being on the phone at work makes me busyLet me start this post with a disclaimer; I am not talking about hanging out on the selling floor on my mobile talking to my mum. When I say being on the ...
Dear Readers,I apologise for a slow week on the blog.Between birthin babies (not me personally...although that would be interesting), birthdays, house hunting and the ultimate terror...end of season ...
In what probably appears like a controversial move, this recipe is not Nigella’s.I know, what the hell?It is however a recipe from one of my favourite chefs, Jamie Oliver. I love the way that Jamie w...
This week’s Spotted is going to be taking on a different form, as I am not writing about celebrities I have seen, but strange occurrences.I have said it before; clearance customers are a strange, str...
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