The costumer for Life on Mars took one look at me and said, "She looks fearless. This is gonna be fun."
She then handed me a hot pink terry-cloth tube top romper to try on.
I don't care if it is the 70s. Who goes to a club in a swimsuit practically?
I hate pink. But I'm ok with rompers. This is not going to be fun. At an 8:30am call time.
Also my "dream" has "come true" in which the opportunity to move out to an awesome location for a "steal," and now I am super stressed out because I don't have the money saved up to move and I need it and quick.
Shit.Fuck.Retail.
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