![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Just work... *yawn*
Feb. 10th, 2007 01:23 amI had pretty good numbers today, thanks to a tasty Posh Brits order I took early on. My numbers for the Butch Boots sales contest are total shit; I think I've taken *maybe* three orders from them all week. Maybe. I'm selling the hell out of Fit-nazis (whom I loathe, as witness the pseudonym) and Tasteful Lady, though. Trendicrap has been quiet, and there's been a lot more wizmo than anything else.
Had yet another one of those "Our shipper says it was delivered today/Oh! It's on my front porch!" calls. Had someone whose order was left by the shipper and the box was chewed open by someone's dog. I giggled hugely over "The dog ate my flip-flop!" Severe weather in Kentucky (warehouses) has delayed some orders, and we're eating shipping on quite a few of those.
Oh, and another moment of hysteria came about when a gent called in on Posh Brits asking how he could exchange the boxers he received from his fiance---they were too big, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Occasionally, I do NOT resist temptation. In my best Jeevsian manner, I said, "Well, sir, you might say to her that you feel flattered to know that she thinks of you as a big man."
He chuckled, and the gal sitting next to me turned around, wide-eyed, and lost it. (I can crack her up without even trying. Some night, I'm going to see if I can get her to fall out of her chair outright. I think I can do it....)
Less of a laughing matter is the case of the 15 year-old who jacked her mom's credit card and placed an order for a pair of custom boots. It was an online order sent from a school computer, and she had the boots shipped to a friend's house. They are non-returnable; the website is plastered with cautions about their non-returnability...the only thing mom can do at this point is press charges. Jeepers fuck, at that age, I pilfered my dad's pocket change once in a while...a couple quarters for the Coke machine, maybe---I wouldn't have dreamed of going into his wallet for folding money, much less a credit card. What is the younger generation coming to?!
____________
Car du jour:
(Yesterday, actually) A pale canary yellow Cougar from the 60s. '63-'64, thereabouts....
Speaking of cars, I did the math on my mpg this evening: 32.? mpg (I'm not sweating the decimals---it averages about 1.5 gallons a day, but that didn't include the little bit of local driving I've done in my time off.)
Tee shirt:
On the back of the shirt, over a picture of Dub-ya: Like a rock!
Under the picture: Only dumber
Had yet another one of those "Our shipper says it was delivered today/Oh! It's on my front porch!" calls. Had someone whose order was left by the shipper and the box was chewed open by someone's dog. I giggled hugely over "The dog ate my flip-flop!" Severe weather in Kentucky (warehouses) has delayed some orders, and we're eating shipping on quite a few of those.
Oh, and another moment of hysteria came about when a gent called in on Posh Brits asking how he could exchange the boxers he received from his fiance---they were too big, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings.
Occasionally, I do NOT resist temptation. In my best Jeevsian manner, I said, "Well, sir, you might say to her that you feel flattered to know that she thinks of you as a big man."
He chuckled, and the gal sitting next to me turned around, wide-eyed, and lost it. (I can crack her up without even trying. Some night, I'm going to see if I can get her to fall out of her chair outright. I think I can do it....)
Less of a laughing matter is the case of the 15 year-old who jacked her mom's credit card and placed an order for a pair of custom boots. It was an online order sent from a school computer, and she had the boots shipped to a friend's house. They are non-returnable; the website is plastered with cautions about their non-returnability...the only thing mom can do at this point is press charges. Jeepers fuck, at that age, I pilfered my dad's pocket change once in a while...a couple quarters for the Coke machine, maybe---I wouldn't have dreamed of going into his wallet for folding money, much less a credit card. What is the younger generation coming to?!
____________
Car du jour:
(Yesterday, actually) A pale canary yellow Cougar from the 60s. '63-'64, thereabouts....
Speaking of cars, I did the math on my mpg this evening: 32.? mpg (I'm not sweating the decimals---it averages about 1.5 gallons a day, but that didn't include the little bit of local driving I've done in my time off.)
Tee shirt:
On the back of the shirt, over a picture of Dub-ya: Like a rock!
Under the picture: Only dumber
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}