I LOVE FOREIGN CUSTOMERS

Working in retail has it's ups and downs, but I must say that I live for days like these. When foreign customers, mostly Italian and French, walk into the store and see one thing they like then proceed to buy the whole stock. It makes me gush :-D

Today was a great example. A customer, who comes into the store about once every season and she recognizes me right on sight. "Do you have anything new?", she says. Automatically, I start my sales pitch. Showing her wigs and hair pieces, make-up, nail polishes and costumes, hair products, sunglasses etc. The wigs don't appeal to her style but the hair pieces catch her eye and she tells me to give her every style in every color....OH JOY! She continued shopping around the store for about 2 hours, pulling items off the shelves in bulk and tells me to pick something up for myself. I must say that she is my favorite customer and I don't even know her name!

These are the days that bring a smile across my face...and then I come home to my little brother using my toothbrush to clean his sneakers.

Rebel Without A Cause

I finished The Mercy Seat a couple of days ago and I found it interesting, to say the least. The way Abby's character kept badgering Ben's character to make a decision the day after a national disaster was mind boggling. How can a anyone make that decision? The mistress of 3 years or the family you helped to create? It's no wonder Ben made the decision that he did.

Abby's character wasn't the most normal person. From the beginning to the end all I kept thinking was "She doesn't want a commited relationship. She wants a sparring partner who will continuously walk into the punches. She doesn't want to be his equal when all she does is belittle him."

In the end the story was all about manipulation. There wasn't one person manipulating the other. They both are guilty of this act because neither one of them loved each other and they play the car-less version of "Chicken" except with the game of love. Love is the car, obviously. Abby gets Ben to tell her that he loves her and because Ben says that he feels he can ask Abby to run away with him. When Abby agrees, she feels that he should tell his wife instead, but when he refuses Abby is left with egg on her face or like in the movie Rebel Without A Cause, she's the one who's sleeve gets caught in the door and ends up in the ocean. In the end, I can't help but to feel sorry for her.

BACK TO SCHOOL

As summer comes to a close and I find myself creating my very first blog for my very first class, I find myself getting kind of sad. I know, I know. What's new about a student getting sad about their summer coming to an end? This summer was the summer of freedom. I was no longer under the watchful eye of parents and other supervisors. I lived the double life of a diligent worker by day and something like a party girl by night except for those nights when I refused to leave the house and watched the Olympics and Micheal Phelps. Although I must say, it feels good to be back in school where people are forced to talk about more meaningful things than their last fling in Miami before the beginning of school.
Back to the topic at hand. My first blog. I didn't know how to name my blog. Should it be boring or clever? Should I be one of those witty, yet opinionated people who people find themselves nodding in agreement with? Or should I be one of the people who force their opinion in every post on every reader? I'm still not sure yet. I guess we'll see.
It's called BOOKS & TRAINS (of thought) because, you guessed it, it's for my literature class and I'll be doing alot of reading on the the good ol' MTA . So sit back and enjoy the ride, but we may be delayed because of the train in front of us.