I don't generally like check-out people getting chatty, not because I object to small talk with strangers (not getting much chance to hang with friends in person makes that little bit of friendly contact nice) but because all too often I'm behind someone who thinks they've made a new best friend and won't move their ass out of my way once they've paid for their stuff.
On the flip side, at the one place I really would like to chat a bit—my local comic shop where the clerk is someone I've been friends with for over a decade—I'm invariably talked over by some other customer gifted with the social graces of Sheldon Cooper.
Timelies all!
Getting aches in random places.(Sometimes the shoulders, sometimes the legs, etc.) Meh.
Reason #439 I love my boss: this is the e-mail she sent after I worked with someone in Regulatory to pretty up a safety report we needed to send out.
Awesome! Thanks, [Document Guy]! You are a magician.
Sunil, you are the magician's apprentice.
Erin,
I think there is some discussion of "The Fades" in the internat'l thread. Suffice it to say TF is one fucked up show. I'm serious. It is DARK. Then the dark gets DARK. It is darker than "Being Human."
Oh, and I liked it.
The Fades has been getting good reviews and buzz.
Still, bleargh. Right now I'm so tremendously glad to be a vegetarian
I'm still wishing I could un-see the inside of your abdomen.
Awwww, cute.
Oh, good, I was hoping you were around to appreciate it.
I put too much salt and olive oil in my dinner, which made it....just about perfect for me, really! And it should mellow out by tomorrow, right?
I always sympathize with the poor clerks under a mandate to chat to the customers, 'cos I've been on the other side of that. When I was working the horrible retail job, corporate had a
brilliant
customer service idea: print up t-shirts for all the store staff to wear! Bright read, with large white block letters that said "WHERE IS IT? ASK ME AND I'LL SHOW YOU!"
Across the chest.
I was the one who had to explain to our managers why none of the female employees wanted to wear that shirt. Then I gave my shirt to my then-boyfriend, who wore it onstage when his band performed.
