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[impy]

*head explodes*

Get a new picture for fuck's sake. There's this girl [I dunno, might be a dude, but usually safe bet to presume most collectors of the pullip persuasion are of the female persuasion. Usually because the guys are all, "I'm a dude" or "Haaaaaaiiiiiiii, I'm a dude!"] and once a week she seems to have this same custom for sale. Or else she just defaults and puts the same fucking picture in every goddamned post. Obviously I've got issues because by the third time I'd seen it, I wanted to strangle her. Now I want to smash her head in with a shovel.

Or, possibly just ask if she could, I dunno, get the idea no one's interested, or that they'd like to see any other picture. Any. Other. Picture! I have no other beef, that I know of, with her. Just this weekly annoyance.

My night began like this:
*walks through door, finds Joan smacking the coin machine so loudly I wince. Repeatedly. All but run to the office where I hide for six minutes, only to be found by manager who says..
"Y'know you can clock in early, right?"
No. Did not know this. Resigned to walk up to front, drop off stuff, then head off to buy Excedrin. Lots of it.
me: I'm gonna go get some Excedrin. I'll be right back, k?
Joan: DO YOU HAVE A HEADACHE?
me: *wince* Yes.
JOAN: AND YOU'RE GETTING EXCEDRIN?
me: yes.
Joan: DO YOU NEED EXCEDRIN, CUZ I HAVE IBUPROFEN IF YOU WANT THAT?
me: *inches away, feeling guilty about wishing to murder someone who is trying to be nice, but with the yelling...* I, uh, have to buy a drink, too. Be right back! *runs away*
As I'm away, picking out my drug of choice [buy one, get one! score!] I think, well, maybe my headache is messing with my hearing. She couldn't possibly be yelling intentionally after that whole headache=pain dance, yes?

I return, she's got a line. The moment the last person in line goes away, she turns to me, sees I have my meds, and then turns and smacks the shit out of the coin machine. Repeatedly.
J: ARE YOU READY?
me: *dies*

After all that, she's not the one to ring me up anyway, because despite the lull in people after she's promised to ring me up, she spends five minutes chatting with someone as I'm seriously considering stabbing myself in the ears, cuz, y'know, pain.

Not the most fun ever recorded.

Comments

[zallia.livejournal.com]

I seriously don't understand that either. It's like "Lower the price or throw them on ebay cause obviously no one here is willing to pay that!" but no same dolls over and over and same prices.
That new girl who's posting over and over and across 5 different communities is highly annoying as well. I just love scrolling down the flist and seeing the same damn picture 5 times in a row. It definately assures that I will NOT be buying.
And can I also bitch about people that can't google for obvious questions like changing eyes or where to buy obitsus and the plethora of other questions that are readily availble if you just TRY to find them on your own. *sigh* I'm getting all uppity these days.

[ghosty4.livejournal.com]

What the hell is going on in that post? It's like they're speaking an entirely new language... are they talking about Barbie or Pullip? Specifically what does feeler/sell mean?