What I ended up doing for about 2 hours tonight was sorting through 4 full carts of costume pieces and things with no hangers, tags ripped off... a bunch of junk. Seasonal sucks like that. Because people are gaddamned pigs. I ended up with 5 pieces of things I couldn't find and couldn't find tags to, the rest of it I put back together on hangers with all the pieces and labels. Found out that the reason there was so very very much of it was that Joe had been avoiding it for a week. Just letting it pile up. Deneen is going to get him for me tomorrow.
Somedays my faith in humanity is shattered. Somedays, it is restored. But most of the time, I'm left in this ambivelant middle ground, and that makes so much more sense.