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Jan. 29th, 2005 01:07 amI actually finished a short story. The mind, it boggles. I'm actually pretty pleased with it, which can be a rarity with me. It's fanfic, and I posted it over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaoscentral if anyone's interested. Never let it be said that I was too humble to pimp my own stuff.
I got to talk toyashakizu for almost two hours tonight. That was great, but now I miss her twice as much.
Work was slow and unremarkable except for one thing. About halfway through my lunchbreak I got paged to the front register. Now, since I technically no longer work at the Hampton store (I'm filling in while Jacob's on vacation, so they won't be two managers short) there's no real reason to page me. I have no keys, and there were four other people who weren't on break who could have been called instead. Kimberly offered to deal with it and called up to see what they needed. Turns out there was a customer asking for me specifically.
And everyone who's ever worked in retail knows what that probably means. Kimberly thinks it's funny and calls after me to give her a ring if it gets ugly because she hasn't had the chance to hit anything all day.
I get to the register and there's a rather motely assortment of people gathered around. The cashier is a woman I can't stand, for the record, although that has nothing to do with anything. I ask her what the problem is and she points to the last register, which is where we usually send people to wait for special assistence. I walk down there and there's a guy standing there. I walk over, ask him what I can do to help him and he just stares at me like he has no idea what I'm talking about. At that point, the cashier calls over "No! On the counter!" I turn around and there's a huge arrangement of flowers. How I missed this thing, I have no idea, because it's roughly the same size as the lower Amazon Basin.
So I now have a floral arrangement roughly as large as I am. It's gorgeous, but I'm afraid the cat's going to try and kill it.
As for who sent it, that's still a mystery. The card just congratulated me on the promotion, and was unsigned. I've decided it's from Michael Hurst and I'll persist in that belief until there's hard proof otherwise.
I love getting flowers. Makes me feel rather girly. *g*
chaoscentral if anyone's interested. Never let it be said that I was too humble to pimp my own stuff.I got to talk to
yashakizu for almost two hours tonight. That was great, but now I miss her twice as much.Work was slow and unremarkable except for one thing. About halfway through my lunchbreak I got paged to the front register. Now, since I technically no longer work at the Hampton store (I'm filling in while Jacob's on vacation, so they won't be two managers short) there's no real reason to page me. I have no keys, and there were four other people who weren't on break who could have been called instead. Kimberly offered to deal with it and called up to see what they needed. Turns out there was a customer asking for me specifically.
And everyone who's ever worked in retail knows what that probably means. Kimberly thinks it's funny and calls after me to give her a ring if it gets ugly because she hasn't had the chance to hit anything all day.
I get to the register and there's a rather motely assortment of people gathered around. The cashier is a woman I can't stand, for the record, although that has nothing to do with anything. I ask her what the problem is and she points to the last register, which is where we usually send people to wait for special assistence. I walk down there and there's a guy standing there. I walk over, ask him what I can do to help him and he just stares at me like he has no idea what I'm talking about. At that point, the cashier calls over "No! On the counter!" I turn around and there's a huge arrangement of flowers. How I missed this thing, I have no idea, because it's roughly the same size as the lower Amazon Basin.
So I now have a floral arrangement roughly as large as I am. It's gorgeous, but I'm afraid the cat's going to try and kill it.
As for who sent it, that's still a mystery. The card just congratulated me on the promotion, and was unsigned. I've decided it's from Michael Hurst and I'll persist in that belief until there's hard proof otherwise.
I love getting flowers. Makes me feel rather girly. *g*
