“You look lonely,” she said to me, sympathetically. “You need a partner to talk to.”

It’s true, you know. It can get lonely at the concierge desk. At least when you’re a cashier or working at the book-information counter, you’ve got somebody else standing there with you to keep you company. At the concierge desk, I’ve got nobody.

It’s like I’m sitting in Time Out for 4-5 hours at a time, on display so everyone will see the bad girl being punished. The only thing is, I can’t remember what I did wrong.

Observation: These past few weekends, I’ve been getting more and more calls requesting the Clinique counter.