Big T McGee

Even though I am leaving Saks, I still was required to train on their new computer registers. I had to get up early and I dragged my butt to this training, and it sucks, cause I have really bad senioritis (you know when you are about to graduate and you never go to class on time or even at all) so it is hard for me to really care what Saks cares if I am super awesome, or prompt or tactful for that matter.

So, I walked into the foyer, where we had write our nick names on those sticky name tags. Everyone was writing for example Nicole, " Nikki", or a woman with Red hair she wrote "red".... as for myself, I don't care, and who even reads name tags anyways? I wrote "Big T McGee".

We got into the class, and after everyone sat down, the trainer announces "Before we get started, I thought it would be fun to introduce ourselves, and explain why we have the nick name" I almost died... They started around the room and I was like the 10th person to have to stand up and announce why my name is Big T McGee. I was hoping the people before me would have something kinda funny or shocking... but nope, just Mommy, Red, Nicki, Brighty, Sweet Pea... GAG me with a spoon! So I was going though my mind, trying to think of SOMETHING I could say that was Saks appropriate... but then I thought, Screw it... I am quitting anyway. So it was my turn was here, and I just stood up, removed my suit jacket, in which I was wearing a super tight T-shirt wear my boobs looked extra huge... and I just pointed at them and said "Hence" and sat down... to my relief, everyone just laughed.

Then to add to my vulgarity, we had to sit in this training for eight hours straight, and we were just plunking around, practicing typing in our clients information. We could make up random people. So my friend and I were laughing and having a good old time plugging in Mr. Bitch Tits.... and his shopping preferances is to be hung upside down in a dressing room and have a bald woman come have sex with him, while he is hanging upside down. He also enjoys while he is shopping to have someone take a dump in his mouth.... I know.. I know... How childish, right? But we were having a ball. Little did I know, my trainer was behind me, reading all that I was typing. Good thing she has my sense of humor, and good think I am quitting!!!