Chill... It's only chaos.
Okay. So, it's been awhile since I've posted because in all honesty, it's been a bit quiet in our NOLA world. Cory is just a few days away from celebrating his 1 year anniversary with Entergy and it truly feels like we just made the decision to move yesterday, not over a year ago.
I, on the other hand, am still searching for a career here in our favorite city. I've had some great leads lately, so thankful and grateful for those and really praying that one of those (or all of them!) work out for me in the very near future. I moved to New Orleans in September, and when I got to October 1st, I was bored and ready to have somewhere to go everyday and a reason to get dressed. I headed to the French Quarter to my favorite shop on Chartres St. and asked the owner to hire me. She did, and three days later, I started. I work at this precious shop that is a home decor boutique, but that also sells local art and shirts that say things like "Nola Holic-- someone who just can't get enough of New Orleans." I work a crazy Monday-Thursday schedule and have enjoyed meeting various people from all over the world.
I've heard some crazy things from tourist as well--- I mean, we live in a city where everyone just walks around with alcohol and tries to out party the city. You want an example of a story or two, don't you? Well, okay.
Do you know what a surgeon of breasts is?
About a month into working at the shop, I spent the day working at one of the sister stores on Royal St. A very inebriated lady walked in and wanted to try a shirt on that said "I'm only talking to my dog today." We don't have dressing rooms in the store, but that didn't bother her; she straight up took her top off and pulled the dog shirt over her head, all while making eye contact with me and telling me this lovely story--> she was having a great time in the city so far, and had a great night last night with a man who was a surgeon of breasts. But I wasn't to worry, he really was a surgeon of breasts because after she left his apartment that morning, she looked him up and found him. I congratulated her that he didn't lie and that she really had snagged a great catch in the city for the night. I mean, what else am I supposed to say? I hope she's doing okay and living a great life.
Thieves are ballsy.
Last Thursday, I was supposed to work 8:30a-7pm, just like every Thursday. I had a job interview at 9:30am, so got to the store about 10:45am. I was chatting with the lady I work with and realized that a whole rack of shirts was missing, so figured someone came in and took them, so I called the owner. She was in an airport, and was going to check her phone for the camera footage from that morning and call me back. She calls me back, not very happy. At 9:32am, a man walked into the store and while the lady I work with was helping a customer, stole some Mardi Gras beanies and before walking out, decided to grab some New Orleans hoodies too. Then literally 1 minute later, a lady and man walk in and she takes the shirts off the front rack. Homeboy with her goes to walk out, realizes she left 3 shirts behind, and grabbed those two. Y'all, all three of them made it in and out of the store in 2 minutes with over $800 worth of merch. So, we get the video footage and file a police report. Enter Tuesday. I get to the store at 11am on Tuesdays, and was in the front of the store when I saw a lady in a gray hoodie walk in. I had a weird feeling about her, but then was approached by a customer to chat. I bring that lady to the counter to chat with my co-worker and we try to rush through our conversation, while I noticed the lady and man in the corner near our jewelry. I go to turn to my co-worker to tell her to watch them when the lady faces both of us and we all make eye contact. Y'all, that lady came back to the store! My co-worker grabs the phone to call the cops and the couple realize they've been recognized so hi-tail it out of the store. My co-worker, still on the phone with the cops, decides to follow them. I started praying because I've seen way too many episodes of The First 48. She follows them down the street, and they duck into a parking garage to hide, so she loses sight of them. The cops come into the store, take descriptions from us both and come back 10 minutes later with "We have someone in custody that matches your description. One of you need to come identify them." No thanks. So, after my co-worker says "yeah, that's her." the lady was carted off to the station and that's that. How ballsy to come back.
I have plenty of other stories, including some that aren't crazy and scary and chaotic, but these two are permanently stuck in my brain. I also got a meet Patricia Clarkson the other day, but only realized who she was after I fangirled over her dog first. If you're interested, you can like the shop, The Ground Floor on Facebook and every now and then, see me modeling some of the clothes. I know, you're jealous of my time here.
Until next time. -B
I, on the other hand, am still searching for a career here in our favorite city. I've had some great leads lately, so thankful and grateful for those and really praying that one of those (or all of them!) work out for me in the very near future. I moved to New Orleans in September, and when I got to October 1st, I was bored and ready to have somewhere to go everyday and a reason to get dressed. I headed to the French Quarter to my favorite shop on Chartres St. and asked the owner to hire me. She did, and three days later, I started. I work at this precious shop that is a home decor boutique, but that also sells local art and shirts that say things like "Nola Holic-- someone who just can't get enough of New Orleans." I work a crazy Monday-Thursday schedule and have enjoyed meeting various people from all over the world.
I've heard some crazy things from tourist as well--- I mean, we live in a city where everyone just walks around with alcohol and tries to out party the city. You want an example of a story or two, don't you? Well, okay.
Do you know what a surgeon of breasts is?
About a month into working at the shop, I spent the day working at one of the sister stores on Royal St. A very inebriated lady walked in and wanted to try a shirt on that said "I'm only talking to my dog today." We don't have dressing rooms in the store, but that didn't bother her; she straight up took her top off and pulled the dog shirt over her head, all while making eye contact with me and telling me this lovely story--> she was having a great time in the city so far, and had a great night last night with a man who was a surgeon of breasts. But I wasn't to worry, he really was a surgeon of breasts because after she left his apartment that morning, she looked him up and found him. I congratulated her that he didn't lie and that she really had snagged a great catch in the city for the night. I mean, what else am I supposed to say? I hope she's doing okay and living a great life.
Thieves are ballsy.
Last Thursday, I was supposed to work 8:30a-7pm, just like every Thursday. I had a job interview at 9:30am, so got to the store about 10:45am. I was chatting with the lady I work with and realized that a whole rack of shirts was missing, so figured someone came in and took them, so I called the owner. She was in an airport, and was going to check her phone for the camera footage from that morning and call me back. She calls me back, not very happy. At 9:32am, a man walked into the store and while the lady I work with was helping a customer, stole some Mardi Gras beanies and before walking out, decided to grab some New Orleans hoodies too. Then literally 1 minute later, a lady and man walk in and she takes the shirts off the front rack. Homeboy with her goes to walk out, realizes she left 3 shirts behind, and grabbed those two. Y'all, all three of them made it in and out of the store in 2 minutes with over $800 worth of merch. So, we get the video footage and file a police report. Enter Tuesday. I get to the store at 11am on Tuesdays, and was in the front of the store when I saw a lady in a gray hoodie walk in. I had a weird feeling about her, but then was approached by a customer to chat. I bring that lady to the counter to chat with my co-worker and we try to rush through our conversation, while I noticed the lady and man in the corner near our jewelry. I go to turn to my co-worker to tell her to watch them when the lady faces both of us and we all make eye contact. Y'all, that lady came back to the store! My co-worker grabs the phone to call the cops and the couple realize they've been recognized so hi-tail it out of the store. My co-worker, still on the phone with the cops, decides to follow them. I started praying because I've seen way too many episodes of The First 48. She follows them down the street, and they duck into a parking garage to hide, so she loses sight of them. The cops come into the store, take descriptions from us both and come back 10 minutes later with "We have someone in custody that matches your description. One of you need to come identify them." No thanks. So, after my co-worker says "yeah, that's her." the lady was carted off to the station and that's that. How ballsy to come back.
I have plenty of other stories, including some that aren't crazy and scary and chaotic, but these two are permanently stuck in my brain. I also got a meet Patricia Clarkson the other day, but only realized who she was after I fangirled over her dog first. If you're interested, you can like the shop, The Ground Floor on Facebook and every now and then, see me modeling some of the clothes. I know, you're jealous of my time here.
Until next time. -B
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