in a mall

i am in a mall, not because i am shopping (normal reason), but because i am working.
how did this come about, what with my lofty real estate licence and all?

well...as anyone that is "smarter than a fifth grader" knows; the real estate/mortgage business is not the place to be right now if your life requires any semblance of stability, and it turns out that mine does.

as a paycheck became more and more of a distant memory, i threw my self, or my daughter anyway, on the mercy of my mom and mother-in-law.
lucky for me, they were all to happy to pitch in and take care of the little muffin.

i spent a couple of weeks applying and interviewing, and this was the job that made the most sense.
i am the guest services supervisor for the mall at northgate.
translation: i, along with five other ladies, provide concierge service to mall goers from a kiosk between stores.

as it turns out i am working for a really good company that manages shopping centers across the united states.

they are talking about implementing uniforms, now i know that this may sound horrible, but in my busy life i welcome the spare time this would afford me.
can you imagine?
no need to change my clothes several times each morning just to put on the first outfit,
no need to iron, as the company covers dry cleaning,
no need for me to get a pair of new brown loafers (as everything does not go with the two pairs of acceptable shoes i own, they are both black)
and at last, no need to rehang all of the outfits that did not make the cut during my morning fashion show
BRING IT ON!!!!