Night and day.

I cannot BELIEVE how quickly the attitudes of people change after Christmas. BC (Before Christmas), the customers were nice, friendly, polite, patient, etc. NOW, however--holy shit. EVERYONE is impatient, rude and grumpy. Either they don't have their receipt and they're pissed because they aren't getting the full amount back that they claim they spent, or they resent having to walk the extra three feet to lingerie to do their returns, or they're upset because the coupon they want to use is expired, or they're irritated that the item they thought was on sale wasn't. Today was the most miserable day of them all. Granted, I dealt with assholes during my waitressing days in college, but I was making a hell of a lot more money, too. But for what I'm making at the JC, it's certainly NOT worth putting up with this crap.

Mind you, I AM PMSing right now, which doesn't help (not to mention the fact that my car is in the shop, receiving **2500** dollars of tranny work)--but it wasn't just me. It's all EVERYONE was talking about in the break room today.

The capper was when this older guy (and not one of those cute old men, either, but one of those jerky old men who just walks around in a perpetual state of asshole-ishness) got mad at me because after waiting in line, he got up to the register and was told that I'm sorry, sir, but returns are being handled in lingerie. He got all huffy and, as he was walking away, he muttered, "It'd be nice if you had some signs."

YOU MUST HAVE MISSED THE BIG ASS NOTICE AT EVERY ENTRANCE TO THE STORE **AND** THE THREE AT EVERY COUNTER.

I whipped around and called out, "We DO, sir." My words were polite but my tone was pretty damn sharp.

I MEAN, F&@*.

I resent being talked to and treated like I'm a fucking moron when I probably have more education than half of those people. And even if the person you're dealing with is a high school drop-out, you still aren't justified in talking down to someone simply because they work in retail, for Crissake.

The only positive part of the day was getting fitted for a bra at Victoria's Secret (still a 38D, even with the weight I've lost) and finding out that yes, "busty" women need padded bras, too. I tried on one of their new seamless bras, and I can't even TELL you the difference it made. I looked GOOD. Once I put my sweater back on, my silhouette was completely transformed. My boobs were perky again! They were closer to my shoulders than my waist again! They were TOGETHER again, rather than heading in opposite directions like some kind of repelling Boob Magnet! It was a magical moment. Mind you, those bras were $50 so I couldn't afford to actually BUY one of them today, but I WILL. I never understood why people would spend so much on a bra when you can get one for like $7.99 at Target, but now I see that some things really are worth splurging on. And, when you're a big-busted woman about to enter her 30s, a good bra is DEFIINTELY one of them.