The chocolate chip cookie wants me to eat it.

At work. Nothings happening. I'm checking stock for tonights floor fill, which I'm not going to but it helps make floor fill go by faster if I check our stock. I was going to ask for a raise today, but my manager just wrote everyone an e-mail saying that we need to stop being lazy and start doing our job, of course she wasn't directing it to me but the others who closed last night and left the store a mess. Whatever, I'll ask tomorrow. The beatles is playing on the store ipod, stupid boring store ipod, it hardly has any good songs (to me at least), all the hipsters in the store love the ipod, they know almost every single artist on it. Sorry I don't know who The Kickers are. The stupid cookie my manager bought for us is speaking to me and it wants me to take a nice, big bite out of it, but I say no because it's not that great of a cookie. I want it now, but after I take a bite I'll know I'll be like "that sucked." Our sales aren't doing so great today, we've only made 50 dollars the whole day, me and two other girls bought something, and I got 50% off because I'm an employee. My manager is on a thing called "conference call" it's when all the U.S. managers of this certain company get together over the phone and sometimes get yelled at by the founder of the company. I'm taking a small break from straightening and checking our stock. I should finish up soon because my manager seemed to have a pretty rough morning trying to get to work and I don't want to make her angry for whatever reason. She's a great manager, I like her way more than all the other managers I've had. Well, back to work. I'd say I'm almost done, but I clock out at four, and it's 12:36pm.... Think postive, ok, I'm ready.