Getting Hot & Looking Cool

some people would refer to my enjoying constant chaos as a major inconvenience. and i have been told that my habit of quitting jobs over moral issues makes me my own worst enemy. but i like to think of it all as staying true to myself and keeping mentally agile. i can't help that i enjoy a bit of an unexpected ride.

that's not the point.

my latest chaotic experience took place at the shoe store, during closing, and for once was not my fault. it was an odd combination of things and quite... humbling.

what most people underestimate is exactly how tiring closing a shoe store can be. between locating missing shoes, reorganizing their boxes, stacking them in order, and generally running up and down stairs, you will break more than a light sweat.

and i think i've mentioned before that if i get too hot, my nose decides to spray blood everywhere for a few hours. it's one of the many things that make me so cool: getting a bloody nose because it's over 70 degrees.

that alone would've been a somewhat humbling experience-- especially because i'm still new to the job-- but bleeding onto a pair of sequenced coach slip-ons made it slightly worse.

if you've ever found yourself running around pouring blood from your face, you know the panic-dance; the hope that someone will throw you a box of kleenex, or that the blood will at least avoid landing on anything expensive.

it's all very difficult when in the women's shoe section. everything is expensive and there are no kleenex nearby.

i found myself tearing apart a shoebox to steal the cheap tissue from inside. it was gucci, which made me laugh a little. but having to shove it up my nose in front of my new coworkers made my laugh end pretty quickly.

and that is how i closed the store: with gucci wrapping paper in my nose and blood on my shirt. i would've liked to have gone to the bathroom to clean up, but when my nose bleeds it can last over an hour. and at the shoe store no one goes home until we, as a team, have completed everything. it's sort of like a failed communist idea.

the worst of it is they probably all now think i'm a cokehead and have no idea i'm only an alcoholic.

though, looking back, i came into work with a nice black eye on my second day at the credit card concierge job-- so maybe i just have a knack for embarrassing beginnings.