Exams are finished! Life is relatively good.

Last Saturday I worked a closing shift at Cotton On and it was ridiculous - it was full as hell, the store looked like shit and we had 2 casuals + 1 other casual from another store, covering a shift. Naturally, he didn't know where anything went, and spent most of his time slowwwwly folding the polos at the back wall and ignoring his zone (fitting rooms), which slowed things down even more.

I was at POS, doing the usual happy happy grin, greeting customers, scanning items and giving them my spiel about the latest charity bag. It had been a pretty calm evening. Then, this kind of loud, cocky looking British Guy rocks up with his Vintage Tee. I do my routine, scan his stuff through and take the tags off so he can put it on in the fitting rooms. Next customer comes along. Everything seemed all good and well.

Afterwards, R (the other casual) comes up to me and tells me he asked Shift Cover Boy if he was "smashing that" (referring to me), and remarked that I had "amazing nipples."

My tank under my shirt was pretty damn high cut so there was pretty much no way could have seen my nipples. But I couldn't help glancing down at my chest every few minutes after that, just in case my nipples had actually figured out a way to escape my top.