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Okay, maybe this isn't a huge secret. Maybe I've redicovered the wheel.
When I make deviled eggs, I use tartar sauce instead of mayonaise. Much tangier!
When I make deviled eggs, I use tartar sauce instead of mayonaise. Much tangier!
Jan. 17th, 2008
Okay, maybe this isn't a huge secret. Maybe I've redicovered the wheel.
When I make deviled eggs, I use tartar sauce instead of mayonaise. Much tangier!
When I make deviled eggs, I use tartar sauce instead of mayonaise. Much tangier!
Let's hear it for leather!
Jan. 17th, 2008 11:33 pmThis has been one of those days where I love my job. For starters, I got a gold star from my boss (Yes, Mr Gatorbait.) for a customer compliment on Pelts Leathermore. Yay, go me. Of course, I reminded him, I probably earned it by way of one of those 20+ minute phone calls that he always bitches about. Then, a bit after 6, I got a call from a gal, also for Pelts Leathermore, and was on the phone with her for about 40 minutes, offering suggestions, listening to her ramble, being my usual sweet and charming self, when the call was dropped. Ackk! Pfft! Shit.
Okay, so I took a call for White Trash Queen, it was time for lunch, when my phone rings, and this time, it's my manager in person. (I haven't had to deal with him except through email since October, it's been grand.) Did I just lose a call, he wants to know, because she's called back, and she refused to place the order with anyone else but me! (Bless her heart!) *gleeful cackle* So help desk patched her through, and I took her order. It wasn't a huge order---a little over $100, but it was 4 items and God/dess knows I worked for it! So I may not get an official gold star for helping her, but I feel all warm and fuzzy that she wanted me that badly.
Somehow, that seems to be the partner I get most of my compliments for. Maybe because I can work up a lot more enthusiasm for leather than I can for teenage fashions!
Okay, so I took a call for White Trash Queen, it was time for lunch, when my phone rings, and this time, it's my manager in person. (I haven't had to deal with him except through email since October, it's been grand.) Did I just lose a call, he wants to know, because she's called back, and she refused to place the order with anyone else but me! (Bless her heart!) *gleeful cackle* So help desk patched her through, and I took her order. It wasn't a huge order---a little over $100, but it was 4 items and God/dess knows I worked for it! So I may not get an official gold star for helping her, but I feel all warm and fuzzy that she wanted me that badly.
Somehow, that seems to be the partner I get most of my compliments for. Maybe because I can work up a lot more enthusiasm for leather than I can for teenage fashions!
Let's hear it for leather!
Jan. 17th, 2008 11:33 pmThis has been one of those days where I love my job. For starters, I got a gold star from my boss (Yes, Mr Gatorbait.) for a customer compliment on Pelts Leathermore. Yay, go me. Of course, I reminded him, I probably earned it by way of one of those 20+ minute phone calls that he always bitches about. Then, a bit after 6, I got a call from a gal, also for Pelts Leathermore, and was on the phone with her for about 40 minutes, offering suggestions, listening to her ramble, being my usual sweet and charming self, when the call was dropped. Ackk! Pfft! Shit.
Okay, so I took a call for White Trash Queen, it was time for lunch, when my phone rings, and this time, it's my manager in person. (I haven't had to deal with him except through email since October, it's been grand.) Did I just lose a call, he wants to know, because she's called back, and she refused to place the order with anyone else but me! (Bless her heart!) *gleeful cackle* So help desk patched her through, and I took her order. It wasn't a huge order---a little over $100, but it was 4 items and God/dess knows I worked for it! So I may not get an official gold star for helping her, but I feel all warm and fuzzy that she wanted me that badly.
Somehow, that seems to be the partner I get most of my compliments for. Maybe because I can work up a lot more enthusiasm for leather than I can for teenage fashions!
Okay, so I took a call for White Trash Queen, it was time for lunch, when my phone rings, and this time, it's my manager in person. (I haven't had to deal with him except through email since October, it's been grand.) Did I just lose a call, he wants to know, because she's called back, and she refused to place the order with anyone else but me! (Bless her heart!) *gleeful cackle* So help desk patched her through, and I took her order. It wasn't a huge order---a little over $100, but it was 4 items and God/dess knows I worked for it! So I may not get an official gold star for helping her, but I feel all warm and fuzzy that she wanted me that badly.
Somehow, that seems to be the partner I get most of my compliments for. Maybe because I can work up a lot more enthusiasm for leather than I can for teenage fashions!