work work work. i [heart] work. ok, question. what is this insane notion that customers have about 'the back'? Do they think it's like, some sort of magical room overflowing with ever product that's ever existed and been sold in the store?! particularly, our little party retail store!? that's all i heard all night: "Sorry, we don't have anymore of that costume" and then the customer says, with the sharpest sense of hope in their eyes.."CAN YOU CHECK THE BACK?" 'THE BACK' is not going to read your mind and assimilate the exact thing you're looking for!!! [ack] anyway, it was a complete mess. costumes all over the floor. a sea of cheap polyester and stringy wigs...fuck that. we stayed over an HOUR after close, to clean, and STILL didn't finish. buy we made over, i think it was $22 thousand- so the manager, missy, was like- hell, we made all that money, let's go home. i love missy. she's sassy. i still have adrian's shirt. smells good. [hee] i [heart] old spice. time to work on SALLY!