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I've been meaning to blog for the past few days but haven't felt great and it just wasn't at the top of my priority list. I am, however, finally feeling inspired to write about my past week or so...and continue to relay my adventures with the first job.

I have discovered that Sunday nights in Leesburg retail (at least at Target) are particularly chaotic. The store closes an hour early...and as soon as the clock hits 9:00 everyone becomes frenzied. Suddenly the guards multiply and emerge from the back rooms and pace the floors, shooting annoyed glances at any "guests" remaining in the store. It amuses me greatly how suddenly the the voices over the walkie talkies that generally say "guest assistance needed in Electronics" so politely suddenly completely change the meaning of the word "guest." In the course of five minutes guests become pests and we're told to "clear them out"...am I the only one who enjoys my job and doesn't want to be rude? What causes my coworkers to adopt this "call the exterminator, there are still guests in the building" attitude?

Oh gosh - I had more to write about but I need to run get some coffee before I head to work.

More later!
-Lindsey