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Why is it that every time I go into Target, I spend at least $50 – $100?

For example, today I went in to return a pair of jeans I bought my daughter. I got a $12 refund and then went on to spend over $100. I bought hand towels, toothbrushes, more kids’ clothes, a wastebasket, a step stool, and some other little items I can’t even remember. I don’t know why I bought all this shit. I mean, I needed some of these things, but the others I could have totally lived without.

I do this all the time and I know I’m not the only guilty one. Surprisingly (or maybe not), even after that hacking issue at Target stores nationwide, people are still relentlessly shopping there. What is it about Target that sucks you into buying a shit-ton of crap, most of which, you probably don’t need? Is it the great prices? The large sale stickers? Maybe you feel like you’ve beaten the system getting such a great deal? Or perhaps it’s the 5% discount with your Target REDCard? I don’t have an answer. I do the same thing at Shoprite. I go in to get one thing and walk out with a cart full of items. At least there though, I’m usually buying food or essentials that I KNOW will actually be used (or eaten!) at some point in time.

I guess it could be worse. I could have this type of problem with shoes, purses, or opulent clothing. Since becoming a mom, my shopping visions have taken a bit of a detour, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lost my way.

I must admit though, I do love Target. I feel like I get a good deal there. I’ve been looking for hand towels forever. They had a huge bath sale today. How could I say no? And now when I return a few of the items that I purchased today, the cycle will begin yet again!


I Almost Ran Into My Old CEO at Target!

I went to Target today to pick up a few essentials. The parking lot was crowded, as it always is, and I ended parking at the furthest end of the lot. It was a beautiful day, so I certainly didn’t mind getting some extra fresh air. As I was heading to the entrance, I looked passed the cars parked near mine and there it was — my old CEO’s car!

You’re probably thinking, “Who is this girl that she remembers her old boss’s car?” Or maybe you’re saying to yourself, “Cars look the same stupid, how do you know it was his?”

There were certain distinctions to this car that made me know it was his, not to mention, I was about 1/2 a mile from where I used to work. Every day that I pulled into the parking lot at my old job, I dreaded seeing that car. The man made my life miserable. He was a terrible leader, a thoughtless man, a bullsh*t artist and someone who laid me off in literally less than 30 seconds without a care in the world.  He certainly wasn’t the “ray of sunshine” I had been hoping to come save our sinking ship. It’s sad that you can be affiliated with such an amazing organization and then people come in and truly ruin that experience for you.

My mind raced as I approached the Target entrance. Would I see him (he was a hard man to miss); did I want to see him; if we did see each other, would it be awkward; would I say hello; would I ignore him; would he ignore me (probably)? Ugh, what would he think of me if he saw me scouring my coupons for toilet paper and Special K cereal? Double ugh, why did I care so much?

Within five minutes, I forgot that he may have even been sharing a shopping experience with me. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was more of a shock moment. But the thought of having to see him, even when I did look presentable and professional, disgusted me. For me, having to face a person who made my  life a living hell on a daily basis was really not how I wanted to spend my lofty afternoon!