Okay, don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my job. In fact, I don't think I'll ever leave it. I think I'd be perfectly happy working at Victorias Secret for the rest of my life.
However, there is one thing that bugs the crap out of me. Why is it that every time a guy finds out I work at Victorias Secret, he has some retarded, jeuvenile comment to make? "Oh, your boyfriend must love
that!" "You must bring home treats for your boyfriend every night!" "I wish my girlfriend… Continue