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I'm a twenty three old bunny enthusiast. I have a Bachelor's Degree in Sociology with a minor in Gender Studies. I'm using my degree to work retail. I blog about fat positivity, fat fashion, gender,funny shit, cute shit, and cool shit. I have a pretty average blog.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Today is my last day at Publix. I should probably cause a scene when I’m leaving about how much they suck.
But we all know I won’t do that.
It may be a “pleasure” to shop at Publix, but it sure as hell isn’t a “pleasure” to work at.
searching the “Publix” tag because I’m bored and want to see if people feel the same as I do. I’ve said the same thing a trillion times.
I learned yesterday that if we don’t wear every button that we’ve been provided, it will reflect poorly on our evaluation. Publix =/= fucking T.G.I. Friday’s.
I look like a clown.
Also, why does the Publix cashier uniform look a lot like the Girl Scouts’ uniform. -_-
Today was a bizarre day
At work, we had a “team rally.” This involved listening to basketball jamz at a really loud volume in the store while cleaning and yelling “TEAM 1392” (our store number) when prompted with “WHO RULES IN SERVICE?!” Nearly 100 grown adults and teenagers yelling this at the top of their lungs. I just moved my lips. Also, when the store manager (who looks like a thinner and less pocky Edward James Olmos) was giving a pseudo-inspirational speech about how we’re a great team and he really believes in all of us, I looked over and saw the deli manager crying. fucking crying at this generic silly speech. If I hadn’t been in so much gas pain, I would have laughed rill hard.
What is my life.
I’m way hotter than this uniform would lead you to believe.
I finally got my Publix uniform because they had to order fat sizes. They said that they “ran big” and my trainer recommended that I get a 2x. LOL this shit is snug as hell. The tag says it’s a 24/26. I wear a 20 in pretty much everything…so yeah. Doesn’t run big. I hope the tightness doesn’t prevent me from scannin’ dat shit quickly.
I had a dream that I was late to my interview with Publix, but it turned out okay because so was the interviewer. Also, the interview only consisted of a logic test. I got the job.
This morning, Ian woke me up while he was getting ready for work at about 9:35. I then realized that my dream was a premonition, and my interview with Publix was at 10. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten ready and driven so quickly. (For those familiar with Clarksville, I got ready and drove from downtown to Exit four in twenty minutes) I got there on time and was offered the job. I’m not sure if I should take it, though.
