Inventory is now over. Thank God. I was in accessories the entire weekend, because I chose it. Because I am a masochist. I can handle being painfully detail-oriented, and honestly deep down I like it. I like sorting things, and making them neater. And part of me is like my mom and my grandma before me, where I think I am the only one that will do it right. I hate to admit it, but its true. I do sometimes feel like my way is the only good way. It gets me into trouble too, I guess this rather slow girl at work was bitching to my boss about how I come off as abrasive and offensive when I try to help her get a task done. And you know what? I'm sorry she gets upset, but I am not that sorry. She is ridiculously slow. Everyone complains about her. So whatever.
Anyway, if I go the rest of my life without counting a huge bin of hairties, I will be happy.
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