shattered

So yeah, work had some funny moments today.

I found a bunch of torn-off clothing tags fairly close to our fitting room (no, that's not the funny part), so I called Loss Prevention about it. Two of our LP guys came down and after a few minutes of talking and such, one says to the other "It's all Rob's (their boss, head LP guy) fault."

"What?!"
"I said, it's all Rob's fault."
"I thought you said call Rob a slut!"


I told my super I wanted ice cream. He told me to go to my boss, look him in the eyes, and ask him if he likes his kneecaps the way they are.

And I swear, our department was jinxed today. One of my coworkers fell at home and hurt her knee, opened this morning and lasted for about half an hour before our super told her to go home, and her doctor told her to go to the ER. One of my other coworkers tripped over a little rolling rack cart thing and fell. And I slipped and almost fell twice (first time on a tag, second time on a plastic thingie).