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books and rants about work.
Feb. 8th, 2006 10:57 amSo, I didn't die in the land of chiffon and satin and white as far as the eye could see... or until the eye ran smack into pink walls, anyway. Infact, it was incredibly painless. Namely because they looked, and looked, and recruited help, but could not find the dress I needed to see.
...argh.
Still, I looked at the similar ones and the styles and was told by the very nice saleslady, who probably thinks I'm dragging a bunch of bridesmaids to get their dresses later on this month, that the style is very flattering and in black it should be fantastical. Not exactly her words, but they'll work. While I'm pretty sure a lot of her pretty words were designed to ensure she got her sale, it's still nice to hear, as I imagine that if she were so inclined, she could have tried to talk me into a more expensive dress. Or something. Still, the pain will come when it comes time to order and fittings and all that horrid stuff. Until then, I'll be dreading Saturday when the bridesmaid convention is dragged out to David's. Woe. Not looking forward to that as it's never fun to be the biggest girl in the group and dude, so totally am. On the other hand, I believe I'm also the sanest, so ... wait, that's not a good thing, is it?
My state tax form is sitting in my mailbox waiting to be carted away so that it can return to me later in monetary form. Woo. Then I can pay the friggin' IRS and all that jazz.
Found out there is no mysterious third overnight person afterall, so my times were changed. Which means unless certain people always appear to relieve me, I'm gonna clock an extra hour a week just on people not showing up on time. o_O That's just sad. It's also annoying when you try your hardest to be on time more often than not [and in this case, on time gives you a six minute window of glory. Three minutes prior to the hour, three minutes after] and more than half the other people? Don't. They waltz through the door any time they want, and it's cool. The hell? I swear, if I hear anyone give Kathleen grief over getting to work late, I'll bitch slap them with a, "yeah? So 8:15 with no clock in so no one else will know, that's on time? Really? You think?"
I'm cranky, sort of. But not really. More like ranty, which isn't exactly the same thing.
I'm too lazy to keep a book list on LJ. How sad is that? But I've got my notebook and I've managed to track at least five. Sad thing is, I know full well that while my Amy Tan fix did kill about a week of other reading material, it didn't kill enough that I only read three actual books.
Btw, Scott Westerfeld's books hurt my brain in a really good sort of way. So much so that I think I snagged a copy of every book one of the branches of the library had. Yesterday's book was So Yesterday. The premise is a bit mad, and if you've read Peeps already, you'll guess the switch long before Hunter and Jen do, but still, good stuff. [premise: Hunter is a cool hunter, basically finds cool things, photographs them, sends the photos to his boss, who sends 'em to "the client", and what started out as one Innovator's special oddity, suddenly becomes mass produced mall cool, soon to go out of style just as quickly as it came into fashion. Which sounds vapid, but that's kind of the point. Then his boss disappears and the madness begins.] Fear not the YA label. Go forth and read.
*resumes reading Back in Black*
...argh.
Still, I looked at the similar ones and the styles and was told by the very nice saleslady, who probably thinks I'm dragging a bunch of bridesmaids to get their dresses later on this month, that the style is very flattering and in black it should be fantastical. Not exactly her words, but they'll work. While I'm pretty sure a lot of her pretty words were designed to ensure she got her sale, it's still nice to hear, as I imagine that if she were so inclined, she could have tried to talk me into a more expensive dress. Or something. Still, the pain will come when it comes time to order and fittings and all that horrid stuff. Until then, I'll be dreading Saturday when the bridesmaid convention is dragged out to David's. Woe. Not looking forward to that as it's never fun to be the biggest girl in the group and dude, so totally am. On the other hand, I believe I'm also the sanest, so ... wait, that's not a good thing, is it?
My state tax form is sitting in my mailbox waiting to be carted away so that it can return to me later in monetary form. Woo. Then I can pay the friggin' IRS and all that jazz.
Found out there is no mysterious third overnight person afterall, so my times were changed. Which means unless certain people always appear to relieve me, I'm gonna clock an extra hour a week just on people not showing up on time. o_O That's just sad. It's also annoying when you try your hardest to be on time more often than not [and in this case, on time gives you a six minute window of glory. Three minutes prior to the hour, three minutes after] and more than half the other people? Don't. They waltz through the door any time they want, and it's cool. The hell? I swear, if I hear anyone give Kathleen grief over getting to work late, I'll bitch slap them with a, "yeah? So 8:15 with no clock in so no one else will know, that's on time? Really? You think?"
I'm cranky, sort of. But not really. More like ranty, which isn't exactly the same thing.
I'm too lazy to keep a book list on LJ. How sad is that? But I've got my notebook and I've managed to track at least five. Sad thing is, I know full well that while my Amy Tan fix did kill about a week of other reading material, it didn't kill enough that I only read three actual books.
Btw, Scott Westerfeld's books hurt my brain in a really good sort of way. So much so that I think I snagged a copy of every book one of the branches of the library had. Yesterday's book was So Yesterday. The premise is a bit mad, and if you've read Peeps already, you'll guess the switch long before Hunter and Jen do, but still, good stuff. [premise: Hunter is a cool hunter, basically finds cool things, photographs them, sends the photos to his boss, who sends 'em to "the client", and what started out as one Innovator's special oddity, suddenly becomes mass produced mall cool, soon to go out of style just as quickly as it came into fashion. Which sounds vapid, but that's kind of the point. Then his boss disappears and the madness begins.] Fear not the YA label. Go forth and read.
*resumes reading Back in Black*
