Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Today is my Friday, and that's a Good Thing. It's been a lively week.

I had an unexpected visit from Mother Nature, bleh. Not how I like to kick off a week, but at least it's mostly subdued by the weekend. Which is good, because tomorrow is the clothes swap at church. *cackles and rubs hands together*

One of the gals from church is holding a yard sale today, and I asked if she by any chance had one of those water-filter pitchers, and she does! I'm getting it for $5, which is about $25 less than they go for new. So maybe I'll be able to decaffeinate and make it stick this time.

I was planning to go home and rewatch OtHoaP last night, but when I turned on the TV, I found AMC was showing I Remember Mama, which is one of those movies I will stop everything to see (despite having seen it bunches of times). I think I look quite a lot like young Barbara BelGeddes, except for the chin. Well, and me being older than she is there, of course....

GK is coming down solo at the end of the month! She arrives on the 31st and leaves on the 5th. We've made plans to see The Watchmen (which she hasn't seen yet) on the 1st, and I'm trying to get the 4th off so we can maybe do another girls' lunch.

I had a call from an elderly gentleman the other day. He called in to Brand X jeans and wanted to buy some jeans...made by Brand Y. I explained as gently as I could that Brand Y is a different company, our competitor, in fact. He then wanted to know if I had the phone number for WalMart....

At 11 this evening, I got a call that reminded me yet again Why I Love My Job. A very nice, but rather frustrated Le Snobbi customer rang to let me know that she hadn't received her order---which Fed Ex tracking showed as delivered ages ago. She had already contacted Fed Ex, and according to them, they had placed it "in the tub by the front door". Which is, sadly, a recycling tub, so her $200 handbag is either gracing a landfill, or some sanitary engineer's wife is going to get one hell of a Christmas present. The item is out of stock, so I can't even reship it; I've emailed our claims department to start proceedings, and in about 30 days, she'll get credited back.

Jiminy shit, if that isn't the damnedest thing I've heard in months. The only story I've ever heard to rival that I got secondhand the winter I started---a Pelts Leathermore order went MIA, claim was filed and settled, and then, long about May, the family had their first cookout of the season, and found the package---under the hood of the barbecue grill! That was also Fed Ex, whom I've long since voted Most Likely to Screw Up and Lie Their Asses Off About It. Seriously.

Gotta love it!

This evening, the timing of my commute was excellent. As I sat at the light at Aurora Rd., a train came along and the gates went down. US1 parallels the FEC (Florida East Coast) rail tracks, and at a fairly steady fifty MPH, I had the train to my left the whole way up to Poinsett Dr. (Er, sorry, Rosa L. Jones Blvd.)---which meant the lights on US1 all stayed green, because the train overrode the signals. It was great!

In work-related news, Butch Boots has a contest going for the next three weeks---if we meet certain sales goals, we can win gift cards. We need to average $200 a day in sales for them, which means I've got to start keeping track; today I had one order for them, but it was $315...go, me! Yesterday, I had at least one order, but didn't think to track the total. And they've got some great spring stuff coming in, so I figure I ought to be able to keep up. So far, since the beginning of the year, I've consistantly been in the top 4 sellers (out of the 20 or so on our team) every week, so I must be doing something right.

Next Thursday, we get visited by the product reps from Posh Brits, which I'm really looking forward to! To the point that I'm considering going in early and sitting through one or more of the earlier sessions as well. Sucking up? Well, maybe, but they are ultra-high-end and anything I can do to up my numbers there is a Very Good Thing. (Their stuff makes me drool, but I can't afford any of it....)

One of my sister operators was reading a Janet Evanovich (Hard Eight) this evening, and we had a stimulating chat about authors we like. We were in agreement on JE, also Diane Mott Davidson and Stuart Woods' Orchid books. She's not familiar with Elizabeth Peters or Dick Francis, and she doesn't care for sci-fi at all, alas. Still, we both fervently agreed that Ranger is teh secks.

Yes, I love my job. (At least until the rainy season sets in.)