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Warning, evil mood ahead
Jan. 26th, 2007 01:11 amWhy am I in an evil mood? Let me count the ways:
Trendicrap is having a big sale tomorrow, and we're already getting calls from people who want price matching. I'm deriving a sadistic enjoyment from telling them that since this is a one-day sale price and not a permenant markdown, I can NOT credit them the difference. (Thus earning major cockroach kharma points, I know.)
Final break, 9:45 to 10 PM---last few minutes of SPN---pain-in-the-ass woman who accosts me intermittently, always mentions how much she misses BtVS---hung over my shoulder running her mouth. I was short but civil, somehow.
Then, last call of the night, this bitch called FitNazis and wanted to discuss the relative merits of several pairs of their 4 billion styles of shoes. She got very snotty with me, and it was all I could do not to tell her that if she really IS a personal trainer, as she claimed, that she should take her lazy ass down to a shoe store and look at the fucking things in person if it's so damned important to her. I don't think either of us was exactly HAPPY when the call concluded, but at least then I got to leave.
The weather, thank the Diety/ies of your choice, was clear tonight. I stopped and pumped gas on the way home, Friday being payday. (350 miles on 11 gallons, I love my Honda!) No big agita until just before Barnes Blvd, when the car that was pulling alongside me to pass HIT THE BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL and went roaring down the road doing 70. I'm quite thankful that the nice deputy waited until he passed, although I think the sudden surge in my blood pressure cleared out a few arteries!
And my fucking bank has decided to be a tool and lock my account, for reasons known only to them, so I can't even check my fucking balance.
The one *good* thing I can say about my evening is that the lovely and helpful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adventurat made me a shiny new icon that *does* make me smile...however, it's not going to debut until I finish writing a certain twisted little tale that's in progress. (Crack-smoking crossovers also make me smile!)
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Car du jour:
Circa 1940, but not a Ford, I *think* it was a coupe---very pretty shade of periwinkle blue, shiny chrome grill, a thing of beauty!
Trendicrap is having a big sale tomorrow, and we're already getting calls from people who want price matching. I'm deriving a sadistic enjoyment from telling them that since this is a one-day sale price and not a permenant markdown, I can NOT credit them the difference. (Thus earning major cockroach kharma points, I know.)
Final break, 9:45 to 10 PM---last few minutes of SPN---pain-in-the-ass woman who accosts me intermittently, always mentions how much she misses BtVS---hung over my shoulder running her mouth. I was short but civil, somehow.
Then, last call of the night, this bitch called FitNazis and wanted to discuss the relative merits of several pairs of their 4 billion styles of shoes. She got very snotty with me, and it was all I could do not to tell her that if she really IS a personal trainer, as she claimed, that she should take her lazy ass down to a shoe store and look at the fucking things in person if it's so damned important to her. I don't think either of us was exactly HAPPY when the call concluded, but at least then I got to leave.
The weather, thank the Diety/ies of your choice, was clear tonight. I stopped and pumped gas on the way home, Friday being payday. (350 miles on 11 gallons, I love my Honda!) No big agita until just before Barnes Blvd, when the car that was pulling alongside me to pass HIT THE BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL and went roaring down the road doing 70. I'm quite thankful that the nice deputy waited until he passed, although I think the sudden surge in my blood pressure cleared out a few arteries!
And my fucking bank has decided to be a tool and lock my account, for reasons known only to them, so I can't even check my fucking balance.
The one *good* thing I can say about my evening is that the lovely and helpful
adventurat made me a shiny new icon that *does* make me smile...however, it's not going to debut until I finish writing a certain twisted little tale that's in progress. (Crack-smoking crossovers also make me smile!)==============
Car du jour:
Circa 1940, but not a Ford, I *think* it was a coupe---very pretty shade of periwinkle blue, shiny chrome grill, a thing of beauty!
