Music Made for Girls

So yeah I've been on an adventure the last few days. Saturday I did a shift at the Malvern NAME OF COMPANY store, then another on Sunday. I was supervisor and cash controller and I sort of intentionally 'misplaced' fifty dollars worth of two dollar coins. It's not my fault the cash float was 50 bucks higher than it should have been. Well, okay, it probably is my fault. But at least I didn't steal it.

Here, have a video: The sound's a little low on that one but fuck does it rock.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon while I'm working at Malvern I get a call from my store asking me to work at another store. Which I was cool with because otherwise I'd be at my store until nine tonight setting up the Christmas promotional shit. The caveat was I'd have to travel into the city and out again to get the codes and the keys to open the store in the morning. So after leaving home at around seven in the morning and working flat out for eight hours I finally got home at around five thirty.
Segue to this morning. Six o'clock at the Galleria store, I've worked there before but never supervised. There's people everywhere getting the Galleria ready for the day's trade. And they're all looking at me because I'm standing outside the store and the alarm is going crazy. I'd been given a code for the alarm, but it didn't do anything. Eventually Lizzie from Queen Street comes down and punches in a code for us. Apparently the alarm company called a girl who works at the store but she couldn't get through because, you know, the alarm was loud as all fuck. So she called Lizzie and Lizzie came down and punched the code in. Found out later it wasn't my damned fault.

Have another video. Submitted without comment.
Anyway I ended up having a really good day at the Galleria store. It's different working for people who realise that humans are fallible and don't do retarded shit like ask you to do more than you can manage in order to get 'results'.