today i did nothing...

...but somehow i was still able to get myself into a situation where i am now boycotting a store.

on saturday i went shopping at forever 21 and i know i am already supposed to be boycotting them because they have their clothes made in sweatshops or something. and yes, they are a shop for juniors and i am far from junior but, dude, we DO NOT have an H&M here. where else am i supposed to get my disposable clothing?

anyways, i bought some stuff and when i got home and was giving my mom and cousin my sweatshop/boycotting/H&M replacement fashion show, when i realized that one of the shirts i purchased was not in the bag. so i call and the store and a guy says, no prob, just come on down with a receipt and ask to speak to a manager.

today i go down there and before i even get to a manager i check to see if they have the shirt in my size. naturally, they don't. i find the manager, paul, run thru my spiel and he says, well do you want a store credit? i was like no, i want my [fucking] shirt or i want my money. (apparently forever 21 only gives out store credits and they "have no way of giving back money." dude, how about opening the register and taking the money out?) so i say, well, its not my fault that your sales girl left a shirt that i paid for out of my bag. he starts to get that weird customer service tone. you know the one where they have no intention of helping you and its up to you whether you get what you want by the amount of scene you cause? i am in no mood for a scene and after he tells me that "i can look around and pick out something else." i grab my receipt and say, yeah i'll do that paul but, it really sucks to be me, huh?

then i decide to just get the smaller size shirt and lose weight because, damn! i love it! i make my way to the register and this girl waits on me and i tell her the spiel and that paul said i could just grab the shirt and stuff. so she looks at the receipt and says, huh. i rang you up the other day. and i said, oh yeah. i don't expect you to remember this because you were swamped, but you dropped some of my clothes on the ground as you were ringing and the shirt was probably overlooked. she just looks at me like i am totally lying and/or accusing her of being a bad employee and she gets on the walkie talkie with paul. he ok's it and as she's making the exchange she says, wow that really stinks huh? in a way that implies that i am lying and that i acutally have the shirt at home in the correct size and i decided to get another one and came all the way back downtown with this story. and i said, yeah it REALLY stinks because now you don't have my size and i have to go with the next size down. you know, samantha? how about: gee, i'm sorry for your inconvenience, here let me help you. UGH!

this week i am detoxing. that's just a fancy way of saying, i am so losing ten pounds in seven days. no, its not becuase of the shirt. i tried it on and it actually fits in the smaller size. its just because, well, i had to buy fat pants. maybe i shouldn't say fat pants. maybe i should say pants that actually fit. double ugh!