There's a surprisingly large number of international people that come through the store where I work. I only think it's surprising because I wasn't aware there was that much diversity in my area. For instance, Saturday, there was at least three languages bouncing around in the dressing room.

But it's nice, because they seek me out over the other employees somehow. Most of the time I don't know their language, but I'm usually so excited about it that we find other ways to communicate. I like helping them the best because they're always so relieved that someone is willing to talk to them. I remember being abroad and how stressful it constantly was.

I've been better about being less stressed out, myself, at work. My bosses like me because they think I'm weird, I've figured out most of the stuff at the store and how to take it easy. The biggest sign that I had improved was an exchange I had with a woman in the fitting room who got pissed that she couldn't be back there if she wasn't trying on clothes, even if she was there with her daughter (it's policy. I get in huge shit if I don't follow it). When I tried to explain the reasons why, being totally calm and polite, her and her daughter got irrationally mad and started screaming and cursing. Finally, her daughter changed and came out saying "excuse YOU!" and left before I could offer to let them talk to a manager about the policy. If this had happened last summer, I would have cried or something. But thinking about how ridiculous it was to be mad over stupid shit made me laugh and I didn't care. I mean, it's just CLOTHES. And the daughter could have walked the ten feet to where her mother was to show her things. CALM DOWN.

Anyway, I was prd of myself.

The past two days here have been really beautiful.