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gfrancieIn fairly interesting shallow news, I returned the shoes I bought friday, wandered over to the Nine West boutique and found they were having a sale. How lovely is that? I found a rather lovely pair of sandles (which I plan on showing off) and then I traipsed over to bartell's to buy a new nail buffer and some odwalla.
I am living the high life, aren't I?
I came home late last night, my lovely boyfriend picked me up from the Ferry, and then made me spaghetti carbonara for dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this man? (I tell him everyday, but still...he needs to hear how insanely wonderful he is)
And then...he massaged my feet. Oh my gosh, I want to put him up on a shelf and show him off to company like some porcelain knick-knack. "look, this is a kitty I bought in branson, and this is my boyfriend (don't touch, he is fragile) and this is my back scratcher from Tampa"
He is truly the best thing since Cornpops.
Today I caught a shop-lifter. It was sort of awkward. He attempted to leave and the security gates went off, and I asked him kindly to come back in and I asked if he had anything that might cause the alarm to go off like library books and key cards and he proceeded to produce a number of books he had stolen and he apologized.
I just sorta looked at him and said, "...oh, well okay, one moment."
I had to make a statement to the police, blah blah blah.
I know what he did was wrong, and illegal, but I felt bad that he has come to that moment in his life, where he was doing something desperate like stealing books.
So he was taken away in handcuffs and I proceeded to return to my life of shelving books.
Rather intriguing how all the little things we do in life add up and can lead us down an assortment of paths. Either one where we live quiet lives where we stay in the lines, follow the rules and everything is peaceful, or the one where foolish choices are made and desperate acts follow.
My boss chided me for having any compassion for the man.
I didn't approve of his actions, far from it. I just feel awful that he has sunk so low in life.
Pity more than anything else.
Damn my Catholicism...gets in the way everytime.
I am living the high life, aren't I?
I came home late last night, my lovely boyfriend picked me up from the Ferry, and then made me spaghetti carbonara for dinner. Have I mentioned lately how much I love this man? (I tell him everyday, but still...he needs to hear how insanely wonderful he is)
And then...he massaged my feet. Oh my gosh, I want to put him up on a shelf and show him off to company like some porcelain knick-knack. "look, this is a kitty I bought in branson, and this is my boyfriend (don't touch, he is fragile) and this is my back scratcher from Tampa"
He is truly the best thing since Cornpops.
Today I caught a shop-lifter. It was sort of awkward. He attempted to leave and the security gates went off, and I asked him kindly to come back in and I asked if he had anything that might cause the alarm to go off like library books and key cards and he proceeded to produce a number of books he had stolen and he apologized.
I just sorta looked at him and said, "...oh, well okay, one moment."
I had to make a statement to the police, blah blah blah.
I know what he did was wrong, and illegal, but I felt bad that he has come to that moment in his life, where he was doing something desperate like stealing books.
So he was taken away in handcuffs and I proceeded to return to my life of shelving books.
Rather intriguing how all the little things we do in life add up and can lead us down an assortment of paths. Either one where we live quiet lives where we stay in the lines, follow the rules and everything is peaceful, or the one where foolish choices are made and desperate acts follow.
My boss chided me for having any compassion for the man.
I didn't approve of his actions, far from it. I just feel awful that he has sunk so low in life.
Pity more than anything else.
Damn my Catholicism...gets in the way everytime.
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Date: 2003-05-12 08:57 pm (UTC)now *that* truly is a compliment for the ages.
the thing on the shoplifter is: compassion tends to diminish in inverse proportion to wages. thus, is it a surprise your boss was so inscrutable on this point? prior to the Enroning of America, it was rarely the managers who stole shit.
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Date: 2003-05-13 07:10 pm (UTC)Cornpops has to be one of the greatest cereals ever put forth to consumers. Hands down. Anyone who disagrees with that opinion should be worried about by the masses.
It wasn't entirely a surprise, I was slightly bothered by her teasing me about 'feeling bad for the shoplifter'. Of course compassion has never been one of her stronger points. I thought to myself, "well geez lady, I am sorry I am not an apathetic woodinville-habitating wench like you."
I wonder what was the turning point for managers to think, "hey, I think I can steal me some of that."