Une rant du Le Snobbi pretensioso!

Friday was NOT the most auspicious day...I had to be there a half-hour early, for one thing. Thundered into the call center with about 3 minutes to spare (I'm usually 15-20 minutes early) to discover that Project Wall-to-Wall has reached our department. A bunch of people were displaced---one of them was squatting at my desk and I ended up trying to get logged in somewhere out in Siberia.

Okay. So our group went into product training, and the Le Snobbi rep was name-dropping insufferably---she didn't make it five minutes in any direction without "tu"-ing Madame Le Snobbi. Madame is so creative! So witty! So detail-oriented! (My ass. Just because nobody understands you, doesn't mean you're an artist.) Madame loves spending time at the beach at Kokomo! Madame was inspired on her trip to Paris! Madame got the idea for this collection while viewing a tableau of shrunken heads in Borneo!

God help me, I committed an Unforgiveable Sin when I asked lightly what the chances were that WE might get any kind of employee discount. I was taken aside and told firmly that under NO circumstances do we EVER ask our partners for ANYTHING. Excuse the fuck out of me, but in fact, Tasteful Woman gives us a 40% discount---so if Le Snobbi is now owned by Tasteful Woman (which the rep admitted was true!), then shouldn't we also receive a discount from them? I didn't bother pointing out that particular logic point, but kept silent through the second half of the session.

They are, as it transpires, dangling a carrot: they're holding a contest with a Le Snobbi bag as the prize. I personally wouldn't have selected that particular bag, if given open season on the website, but still: it's a $700 bag. (To put that into perspective and give y'all an idea of why I'm so snarky on the subject, I've owned cars that cost less, INCLUDING the one I'm driving now.) One of the things the rep asked about was one of the sections of the website, and none of us responded. Me, because I didn't much care for being smacked down for a perfectly legitimate question, the rest of them---apathy, ignorance---I don't know and I don't care. But---here's the funny part---the contest, the exact details of which have yet to be posted, is for us to write about that particular aspect of the website from a journalistic standpoint.

When they announced that, I *think* I managed to erase the smirk from my face. There are approximately sixty people in our department---maybe a few less---excluding management, say about fifty. Apathy being what it is, I'd be surprised if more than a third participated, since it isn't mandatory. Call that 18 people. I *have* caught a few of my co-workers reading---although that's no guarantee that they're capable of writing. The odds are that 2 or 3 of them *might* be competition, IF they participate. (That's MIGHT and IF.)

Mind you, it's possible that there's talent out there that I don't even suspect. (Just as I'm certain that the co-workers who don't know about my secret life as Vanillafluffy---IE, ALL of them---think I'm just that fat woman with the big mouth.) So this ought to be interesting.

Let the games begin.

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Car du jour:
Not vintage in any way, shape or form, but there's a truck I've seen three times this week, and I adore the paint job. It's orange, but not that crisp, rowdy tangerine that usually exemplifies automotive orange. This is more of a cantalope, a softer Dreamsicle orange that's not as wimpy as peach. Very pretty! :)

Une rant du Le Snobbi pretensioso!

Friday was NOT the most auspicious day...I had to be there a half-hour early, for one thing. Thundered into the call center with about 3 minutes to spare (I'm usually 15-20 minutes early) to discover that Project Wall-to-Wall has reached our department. A bunch of people were displaced---one of them was squatting at my desk and I ended up trying to get logged in somewhere out in Siberia.

Okay. So our group went into product training, and the Le Snobbi rep was name-dropping insufferably---she didn't make it five minutes in any direction without "tu"-ing Madame Le Snobbi. Madame is so creative! So witty! So detail-oriented! (My ass. Just because nobody understands you, doesn't mean you're an artist.) Madame loves spending time at the beach at Kokomo! Madame was inspired on her trip to Paris! Madame got the idea for this collection while viewing a tableau of shrunken heads in Borneo!

God help me, I committed an Unforgiveable Sin when I asked lightly what the chances were that WE might get any kind of employee discount. I was taken aside and told firmly that under NO circumstances do we EVER ask our partners for ANYTHING. Excuse the fuck out of me, but in fact, Tasteful Woman gives us a 40% discount---so if Le Snobbi is now owned by Tasteful Woman (which the rep admitted was true!), then shouldn't we also receive a discount from them? I didn't bother pointing out that particular logic point, but kept silent through the second half of the session.

They are, as it transpires, dangling a carrot: they're holding a contest with a Le Snobbi bag as the prize. I personally wouldn't have selected that particular bag, if given open season on the website, but still: it's a $700 bag. (To put that into perspective and give y'all an idea of why I'm so snarky on the subject, I've owned cars that cost less, INCLUDING the one I'm driving now.) One of the things the rep asked about was one of the sections of the website, and none of us responded. Me, because I didn't much care for being smacked down for a perfectly legitimate question, the rest of them---apathy, ignorance---I don't know and I don't care. But---here's the funny part---the contest, the exact details of which have yet to be posted, is for us to write about that particular aspect of the website from a journalistic standpoint.

When they announced that, I *think* I managed to erase the smirk from my face. There are approximately sixty people in our department---maybe a few less---excluding management, say about fifty. Apathy being what it is, I'd be surprised if more than a third participated, since it isn't mandatory. Call that 18 people. I *have* caught a few of my co-workers reading---although that's no guarantee that they're capable of writing. The odds are that 2 or 3 of them *might* be competition, IF they participate. (That's MIGHT and IF.)

Mind you, it's possible that there's talent out there that I don't even suspect. (Just as I'm certain that the co-workers who don't know about my secret life as Vanillafluffy---IE, ALL of them---think I'm just that fat woman with the big mouth.) So this ought to be interesting.

Let the games begin.

____________________

Car du jour:
Not vintage in any way, shape or form, but there's a truck I've seen three times this week, and I adore the paint job. It's orange, but not that crisp, rowdy tangerine that usually exemplifies automotive orange. This is more of a cantalope, a softer Dreamsicle orange that's not as wimpy as peach. Very pretty! :)