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Amanda. 732, New Jersey. College. Twitter + Tumblr. Irish +& English . Still trying to figure this 'life' concept out.
fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right. Top Text: “WORK IN REALLY OLD STORE” Bottom Text: “EVEN THE GHOSTS HELP OUT”]
So I work in a department store in an old old building and there’s a bunch of ghost stories about it but of course I’ve never seen experienced anything other than the heightened paranoia during dead closing shifts.
One day I have to go into a section and find a certain size blazer for a customer at another store. I look through all the appropriate racks and find everything but the size (of course), and when I turn to go back to the phone I find myself staring at the exact blazer I needed, same size and all, hanging on the rack previously behind me.
It’s near close, it’s dead, and I’m alone on my side of the floor in the section with no cameras. If it was a ghost, uh, thanks. That was a lot less creepy than I’d been led to believe! But I hope you’re not spending all your afterlife time on the floor…

fuckyeahretailrobin:

[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.

Top Text: “WORK IN REALLY OLD STORE”

Bottom Text: “EVEN THE GHOSTS HELP OUT”]

So I work in a department store in an old old building and there’s a bunch of ghost stories about it but of course I’ve never seen experienced anything other than the heightened paranoia during dead closing shifts.

One day I have to go into a section and find a certain size blazer for a customer at another store. I look through all the appropriate racks and find everything but the size (of course), and when I turn to go back to the phone I find myself staring at the exact blazer I needed, same size and all, hanging on the rack previously behind me.

It’s near close, it’s dead, and I’m alone on my side of the floor in the section with no cameras. If it was a ghost, uh, thanks. That was a lot less creepy than I’d been led to believe! But I hope you’re not spending all your afterlife time on the floor…

I want to go to Dover so badly

I hope I can go to the fall race….If everything works out I’m going to be bouncing off the walls excited….probably literally.