Mall Trip

[aekastar]

I finally got to wear my anthropologie outfit somewhere -- my eyes look black; probably 'cause I took out the red eye, so yeah. I actually look like I'm ready to go horseback riding (hah!).

We had to go return some items that didn't fit. even though I hate trying clothes on, especially if a clerk has to be fetched to unlock the door of the dressing room, I did since we don't want to have to return more things that don't fit. it was getting ridiculous. I'm wondering if other people have this blah attitude concerning talking to the clerks... I probably wouldn't have gone along with it if not for being with people who would go fetch the clerk :P
It's not 'cause I don't want to bother them, though I made it sound that way in my explanation to some of you in chat. it's mostly the social phobia I have about approaching anyone I don't know. I know it's silly. I only really talk to people who talk to me first.

Anway, take the poll. I'm still curious if others have this feeling no matter if it's a phobia or just lazy:

[Poll #850395]

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I ended up getting corduroy pants at american eagle, a layered t-shirt w/ other patterned shirt at wet seal (these are the stores that involved getting the clerk) and a grey cardigan at Target. it wasn't a bad time. we even got a piece of berry crumble cake and a bottle of apple izze at starbucks along with a container of pasta at the pizza place on the way down to Target. my feet, calf muscles and lower back ached when we were standing in the halloween candy isle at Target. I was about ready to rip the heel of my left foot off; I was hobbling. it was a lot of back and forth to these stores. I looked at Penny's where a couple weeks ago, we hid a couple shirts at the back of a rack, but they weren't there anymore, plus I realised that the misses area of Penny's does seem slightly old lady despite if I do like some rather women's style clothing at times. it's just good my anthro shirt got fitted by grandma or else I wouldn't have been able to wear it at all.

Next time, we're going back to Charlotte Russe where I saw jeans and a long sleeved red shirt with an interesting neckline. we went in there while waiting for my aunt to come back with the take out stuff (which I sat in for awhile earlier in the day when they had tuna sandwiches. I guess I'm getting better about that), but grandma thinks I need something to go back for instead of just buying everything in one day which I guess is true.

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When we got back, we took the photos. I had to add more lipstick (I got that lipstick at macy's last time... I haven't had a real lipstick in forever, but it does bring more colour to my face, so I like it) since it had all rubbed off from pursing my lips off and on. here's the one of me and my aunt (I find I look slightly different in this one; I s'pose it's the angle though) which she made me title cute hair and wants me to print out when I get back to Houston.. hah:



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This entry is slightly jumbled, but when I'm tired, I don't feel like messing with this stuff.

Comments

[discountsatori.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I can't be bothered to talk to anyone when I'm out shopping. A clerk says hello to me, and I just sort of nod, or I pretend that I don't hear them. I'm selectively antisocial.

There are two malls I go to, and both of them are fancier than I wish they were. I always, always feel underdressed and sloppy when I go to those malls, and I feel even sloppier if I go into a particularly fancy store in one of those particularly fancy malls. That's when I'll be really shy about going up and asking the clerk to open a dressing room for me. I imagine them opening up a room for me while taking in my faded awful jeans, and thinking, yeah, she really DOES need some new clothes!

BTW, I love your Anthopologie outfit! Looks great on ya.

[aekastar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess when I'm nervous, talking seems the best option when someone speaks to me to get it over with, so I'll speak, but it's usually mumbled or something and I don't quite like to be noticed. the most I ever spoke recently was to the clerk at the clinique counter for the lipstick and that was slightly nervewracking even if I acted polite.

Ahh yeah. for me, I never wanted to be seen in my too big clothing.. I tend to lose weight off and on, so it's hard to keep a wardrobe for long. I found that worse than faded clothing 'cause it made me look like a bag lady ;D

Thanks :)

[kickadee.livejournal.com]

It sucks when they have dressing rooms like that but what I really hate is when you have to ask someone to unlock the bathroom. Meh.

[aekastar.livejournal.com]

I don't see that as often.. it's just good I hardly have to use a restroom when out. :D
The last time I used the public restroom was at the airport back in August.

[kickadee.livejournal.com]

Heh bathrooms are one of the big things I notice about places! I'm always having to go when I'm out but if I have to ask I'll usually try and hold it. :P

I like your lipstick by the way! And you have such pretty skin! Mine's all broken out right now so I noticed that and I'm jealous. ;P

[aekastar.livejournal.com]

Heh. that's a bit like my aunt (with the frequent needing to go) :P

Thanks. it's angel red at the clinique counter.
Don't let the pictures fool ya.. I did wear some cover up. I always break out a bit on my face though you are the second person in the past couple days to mention my flawless skin ;D

[shelly007.livejournal.com]

Great pics! I love the outfit, it's very "fall!"

[aekastar.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D

[babyalligator.livejournal.com]

love the pics! you look great!
and about changerooms - i recently had a weird experience with a lady at a department store trying to force me to nurse quinn in one. i told her i was fine, perfectly happy in the stylish club chair near the men's department. she kept insisting that i move to a more "private" spot (the changeroom), and i kept saying no, i was fine. it wasn't like i had boobs out or anything, either. i just had quinn inside a little blanket, sitting there, minding my own business. jeeesh!

[aekastar.livejournal.com]

Thanks!
...and wow, some clerks can be pushy... is there still a breastfeeding conflict?
Funnily I was watching Curb Your Enthusiasm last night and it was the rerun about the clerk who wouldn't leave larry alone till he yelled at her and was kicked out. ahah.

[erebrandir.livejournal.com]

I was absent-mindedly reading my f-page, and then I saw your picture. The thoughts that went through my head went something like this.

Hello, who is that goddess?
...
Waitaminute, that's Amber!!

I do believe you look better in every picture I see. I really wish I could've met you.

[erebrandir.livejournal.com]

I'm never very comfortable dealing with people, either. I hate the phone and I hate approaching people I don't know. But what usually helps me in these cases is taking a detached, professional attitude to it. (Working at Wal-Mart helped some with this, when it was my job to do that.)

Basically, I take the view that people are paid to answer the phone or to help me in stores. It is their job to help me. They don't want to talk to me any more than I want to them, but their wages are an incentive. Accordingly, I have an incentive to talk to them: they have something I need. If I'm ordering a pizza over the phone, what I need is food. If I'm trying to straighten out some bureaucratic snafu with school, what I need is service. If I need to get into a fitting room at a store, what I need is both assistance and clothes. I'm not putting any of these people out; they're doing what they're paid to do, whether they like it or not. In fact, as much as they're helping me, I'm helping them by allowing them to do their jobs and make money. In department stores even, salespeople make commission, in which case I'm really helping them. And really, I have nothing to lose. What do I possibly have to lose by asking somebody to unlock a fitting room for me? They don't give a crap about me; they're not judging me; and even if they were, who gives a crap what they think? I'll never see them again. And I have everything to gain. In this particular case, I'm gaining clothes that fit.