Monday, what more do you want?
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gfrancieLet's start with the navel-gazing stuff.
Nothing makes one feel fatter or frumpier then trying on an bulky lambswool sweater that is itchy as well. It is a real shame too, because I liked the colors it came in.
I have been doing pilates for two and a half weeks and it is a bit dis-heartening at times to know that it takes a month to see any visible results from concentrated exercise. Right now it is hope and the delusion you force yourself into, by saying after each bout of exercise, "wow, I feel dandy. That was fun." In all reality it wasn't that wild and exciting. Eating a hot fudge sundae is wild and exciting.
Doing "teasers" just cements the situation that one is not in great shape and truly wants a flat tummy more then she wants world peace. (Which is a pretty damn shallow thing if you think about it)
I have to admit I am feeling much better these days, because I have this routine. I am able to guilt myself into doing it, when I think to myself, "Maybe I can skip it today and do it tomorrow." I then think, "no, dammit you are doing it."
I am also becoming more flexible, once again. Soon I too can have my own internet website that has me doing things that makes the people of
Cirque du Soleil wince.
Okay, so that is silly.
Yeah, so I am being good and exercising. Give me a gold star or something....
Now onto work chat.
Sometimes when I am at work, I scream things at the customer. Only they don't know it. It remains quietly hidden in my mind.
I had a customer who had to make an oh-so-important return. She probably received some stupid book as a stupid gift and wanted cash so she could go and buy herself some more spiritual bracelets or something...
Anyways, Dreadlock Daisy (as we shall refer to her) was waiting for someone to take care of that. I told her nicely (since I was in a pretty good mood) I will call someone to take care of that for you. They should arrive shortly. It seems Dreadlock Daisy and I have different definitions of what shortly means. I figure it means less then five minutes. She figures it means less then one minute.
Yeah.....Dreadlock Daisy, we need to chat.
I call someone for her (right in front of her) and then I take care of a customer. Then, Dreadlock Daisy begins to speak loudly and says, "Um...Hello...Miss, is like someone gonna help me??? Today???" I smile and say, "We are quite busy today and short a few people, but I told the person to hurry quickly." I smile but not with my eyes. For when I smiled, my teeth showed an invisible phrase. fuck you I felt better. And funny enough within seconds a person arrived to help Miss Dreadlock Daisy get the hell out of our store. Of course it turned out Dreadlock Daisy didn't have her receipt and was unhappy that our policay dictates that such items are returned at the lowest sale price and we only give store credit. (note to people, keep on eye on your receipts)
*sighs*
Thankfully I had a customer who saw Dreadlock Daisy and her actions and whispered to me, "Geez...some people and their attitude." I liked that woman, I shall refer to her as Kindly old lady with lot's of jewelry. Or...Babs. Babs was an easy customer who knew what she needed didn't want to make my life difficult and told me of a good place to buy thread cheap, because I mentioned something about a button falling off one of my coats.
I want to thank Babs for being hip. She said she will definitely look for me the next time she is in, because I was so helpful.
Babs is going to good customer heaven.
Dreadlock Daisy...is going to North Dakota. Preferably the Badlands.
Yeah.
I won this contest at work. I didn't even try all that hard. We had to pick our top five favorite books and who ever sold the most, gets their own display of favorite books, in prime real estate. Heck...I just told people what books would make them happy and these were books that I liked. Yay. So come on down. You can see what I think the Great American public should be reading. *takes a deep breath*
I have come home. I did hit up Bartell's for a couple of nifty items that were on sale.
Gladware tupperware (you don't know how giddy I was when I saw that) and toothpaste, because at that price how could you not buy it? I ask you...
Now I am making chicken pot pie, doing some laundry and remembering that I am good enough, smart enough, and don't buy bulky itchy sweaters that make you feel like a fat botany teacher (My mother knows what I am talking about)
Mr. Rogers is my icon today, because he makes me feel good.
Nothing makes one feel fatter or frumpier then trying on an bulky lambswool sweater that is itchy as well. It is a real shame too, because I liked the colors it came in.
I have been doing pilates for two and a half weeks and it is a bit dis-heartening at times to know that it takes a month to see any visible results from concentrated exercise. Right now it is hope and the delusion you force yourself into, by saying after each bout of exercise, "wow, I feel dandy. That was fun." In all reality it wasn't that wild and exciting. Eating a hot fudge sundae is wild and exciting.
Doing "teasers" just cements the situation that one is not in great shape and truly wants a flat tummy more then she wants world peace. (Which is a pretty damn shallow thing if you think about it)
I have to admit I am feeling much better these days, because I have this routine. I am able to guilt myself into doing it, when I think to myself, "Maybe I can skip it today and do it tomorrow." I then think, "no, dammit you are doing it."
I am also becoming more flexible, once again. Soon I too can have my own internet website that has me doing things that makes the people of
Cirque du Soleil wince.
Okay, so that is silly.
Yeah, so I am being good and exercising. Give me a gold star or something....
Now onto work chat.
Sometimes when I am at work, I scream things at the customer. Only they don't know it. It remains quietly hidden in my mind.
I had a customer who had to make an oh-so-important return. She probably received some stupid book as a stupid gift and wanted cash so she could go and buy herself some more spiritual bracelets or something...
Anyways, Dreadlock Daisy (as we shall refer to her) was waiting for someone to take care of that. I told her nicely (since I was in a pretty good mood) I will call someone to take care of that for you. They should arrive shortly. It seems Dreadlock Daisy and I have different definitions of what shortly means. I figure it means less then five minutes. She figures it means less then one minute.
Yeah.....Dreadlock Daisy, we need to chat.
I call someone for her (right in front of her) and then I take care of a customer. Then, Dreadlock Daisy begins to speak loudly and says, "Um...Hello...Miss, is like someone gonna help me??? Today???" I smile and say, "We are quite busy today and short a few people, but I told the person to hurry quickly." I smile but not with my eyes. For when I smiled, my teeth showed an invisible phrase. fuck you I felt better. And funny enough within seconds a person arrived to help Miss Dreadlock Daisy get the hell out of our store. Of course it turned out Dreadlock Daisy didn't have her receipt and was unhappy that our policay dictates that such items are returned at the lowest sale price and we only give store credit. (note to people, keep on eye on your receipts)
*sighs*
Thankfully I had a customer who saw Dreadlock Daisy and her actions and whispered to me, "Geez...some people and their attitude." I liked that woman, I shall refer to her as Kindly old lady with lot's of jewelry. Or...Babs. Babs was an easy customer who knew what she needed didn't want to make my life difficult and told me of a good place to buy thread cheap, because I mentioned something about a button falling off one of my coats.
I want to thank Babs for being hip. She said she will definitely look for me the next time she is in, because I was so helpful.
Babs is going to good customer heaven.
Dreadlock Daisy...is going to North Dakota. Preferably the Badlands.
Yeah.
I won this contest at work. I didn't even try all that hard. We had to pick our top five favorite books and who ever sold the most, gets their own display of favorite books, in prime real estate. Heck...I just told people what books would make them happy and these were books that I liked. Yay. So come on down. You can see what I think the Great American public should be reading. *takes a deep breath*
I have come home. I did hit up Bartell's for a couple of nifty items that were on sale.
Gladware tupperware (you don't know how giddy I was when I saw that) and toothpaste, because at that price how could you not buy it? I ask you...
Now I am making chicken pot pie, doing some laundry and remembering that I am good enough, smart enough, and don't buy bulky itchy sweaters that make you feel like a fat botany teacher (My mother knows what I am talking about)
Mr. Rogers is my icon today, because he makes me feel good.
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Date: 2003-10-13 08:40 pm (UTC)Just don't end up with too much leftover gravy!
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Date: 2003-10-14 07:18 am (UTC)I figure it is fall, time to make some tasty comfort foods.
Pleased to hear the short guy dug pot pie. It sounds like he isn't a fussy eater.
Yeah, ending up with too much gravy can be a problem, you spend half of your time trying to get the right amount.
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Date: 2003-10-13 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 05:55 am (UTC)I needed them today.
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Date: 2003-10-14 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 07:20 am (UTC)Here is your gold star...
Re: Here is your gold star...
Date: 2003-10-14 07:08 am (UTC)Re: Here is your gold star...
Date: 2003-10-14 07:19 am (UTC)I kindly leave out the sentence, "or because it really sucks."
That will be my holiday advice this year. Gift receipts.
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Date: 2003-10-14 08:54 am (UTC)I feel a big difference after 6 weeks. I have muscles!
Pilates is hard too. Go you!
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Date: 2003-10-14 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-14 11:43 am (UTC)Discover the joy of layers! A thin sweater with a tshirt underneath.
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Date: 2003-10-14 06:31 pm (UTC)I figure I will stick with a thin sweater.
I am in a pmsing mood right now and hate everything I see in the shops.