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Spent two hours at work this morning. Had a grand total of 10 minutes of work to do, that resulted in no changes at all, then spent the remaining hour and 50 minutes playing on ringo.com. So I went shopping.
Rant-like moment: I hate Easton. Why do I go there? Furthermore, since I only go there about 2 or 3 times a year, how do I always manage to be out there on the weekend that they block off the streets and sell tacky tacky so-called art in little booths? I had enough errands to run at various stores that it made sense at the time to just go out there. I had a DSW coupon and needed boots (yes, more shoes...) and had a World Market gift certificate for my birthday that I wanted to spend on tea and licorice (I was told by the giver I was required to spend it on something completely impractical.) And I wanted to pick up B&J's wedding gift, etc. I got nothing but rude or incompetent service no matter where I went. And I kept getting more and more pissed off. The store where B&J were registered was the worst. I was standing at the counter waiting to ask for their registry while two employees chatted two feet from me. Then another woman walked up and asked if I was in line, and they started to help her. Then the woman who got stuck helping me turned out to be a complete idiot and couldn't work the registry computer, so *I* had to reset it for her. Then no one knew how to remove the item from the registry. Hello? Training? Anyone? Then Target didn't have the stinking TV I finally picked out. I was going to have movie night tonight! The only place I got a friendly person was the makeup counter at Nordstrom, and that woman was a friend of STS's, so I would have expected nothing else. Sheesh.
Something odd from earlier today: I ran to Chipotle for lunch (apparently I am trying to fatten myself up for something) and when I walked in, I thought I recognized the guy in front of me from my old job at the Antique Mall in Springfield where I worked all through college on breaks. I had a huge crush on him when I worked there, but then he was a skinny alti-boy, so of course I did. I wasn't sure it was him though, because he had these enormous arm muscles that didn't look right to me. So we were in line all the way up to the counter before I took off my sunglasses. Then he immediately said, "Excuse me, did you used to work..." and I interrupted and said yes. He said he didn't think it was me because I looked exactly the same. What's up with that lately? I had about 2" of shockingly red hair then and it's mousey brown and almost to my shoulders now. But anyway, we had a nice chat. He's a glass blower now (!) and doesn't know what became of any of the other boys from my harem at the antique mall. Too odd.
I am now preparing to clean my house. And I'm taking deep breaths.
Rant-like moment: I hate Easton. Why do I go there? Furthermore, since I only go there about 2 or 3 times a year, how do I always manage to be out there on the weekend that they block off the streets and sell tacky tacky so-called art in little booths? I had enough errands to run at various stores that it made sense at the time to just go out there. I had a DSW coupon and needed boots (yes, more shoes...) and had a World Market gift certificate for my birthday that I wanted to spend on tea and licorice (I was told by the giver I was required to spend it on something completely impractical.) And I wanted to pick up B&J's wedding gift, etc. I got nothing but rude or incompetent service no matter where I went. And I kept getting more and more pissed off. The store where B&J were registered was the worst. I was standing at the counter waiting to ask for their registry while two employees chatted two feet from me. Then another woman walked up and asked if I was in line, and they started to help her. Then the woman who got stuck helping me turned out to be a complete idiot and couldn't work the registry computer, so *I* had to reset it for her. Then no one knew how to remove the item from the registry. Hello? Training? Anyone? Then Target didn't have the stinking TV I finally picked out. I was going to have movie night tonight! The only place I got a friendly person was the makeup counter at Nordstrom, and that woman was a friend of STS's, so I would have expected nothing else. Sheesh.
Something odd from earlier today: I ran to Chipotle for lunch (apparently I am trying to fatten myself up for something) and when I walked in, I thought I recognized the guy in front of me from my old job at the Antique Mall in Springfield where I worked all through college on breaks. I had a huge crush on him when I worked there, but then he was a skinny alti-boy, so of course I did. I wasn't sure it was him though, because he had these enormous arm muscles that didn't look right to me. So we were in line all the way up to the counter before I took off my sunglasses. Then he immediately said, "Excuse me, did you used to work..." and I interrupted and said yes. He said he didn't think it was me because I looked exactly the same. What's up with that lately? I had about 2" of shockingly red hair then and it's mousey brown and almost to my shoulders now. But anyway, we had a nice chat. He's a glass blower now (!) and doesn't know what became of any of the other boys from my harem at the antique mall. Too odd.
I am now preparing to clean my house. And I'm taking deep breaths.