Sometimes I wish I were deaf, but I hear the words you say under your breath.
Well, that was one of the most awkward moments of my life ever. But the main things is that all mixes are now GONE.
awaiting a mix:
22by7, 55170054, deviousli, fakinghome, karmicunderpath, lenina101, mrsdtaylor, mrsjadephoenix, nightfive, ophelias_lament, paradise_city, purple_snitch, radon_, safelight, sevarina, uzis, violetion, wistful_memory.
Let's just say it involved more money than I thought, a more than middle-aged post office clerk with pearly talons and a haughty manner who clearly thought I was the customer from hell, and was the slowest number puncher-inner EVER; a teenage male that was unfortunate enough to walk in as she started to (slowly) weigh the first of twenty packages (and after weighing comes printing stickers one by one and filling out recorded delivery strips because your customer was stupid enough to ask for them) and proceeded to huff at a rate of around one:fourteen seconds, and whom I was simultaneously pissed off by but extremely understanding of because I would want to punch me too when all I wanted was to top up my phone so I could call my girlfriend; a rather portly lady in this rather small local Post Office who smelled a bit like wee; and that classic, an old man with a dog who liked to sniff things. All sorts of things.
In conclusion: a mildly embarrassing half-hour, but not unexpected. I think I secretly enjoy humiliating myself.
Edit: 9 June 2007 i has received a mix:
silvercobwebs, weekend
» Suggest things for me to photograph.
awaiting a mix:
22by7, 55170054, deviousli, fakinghome, karmicunderpath, lenina101, mrsdtaylor, mrsjadephoenix, nightfive, ophelias_lament, paradise_city, purple_snitch, radon_, safelight, sevarina, uzis, violetion, wistful_memory.
Let's just say it involved more money than I thought, a more than middle-aged post office clerk with pearly talons and a haughty manner who clearly thought I was the customer from hell, and was the slowest number puncher-inner EVER; a teenage male that was unfortunate enough to walk in as she started to (slowly) weigh the first of twenty packages (and after weighing comes printing stickers one by one and filling out recorded delivery strips because your customer was stupid enough to ask for them) and proceeded to huff at a rate of around one:fourteen seconds, and whom I was simultaneously pissed off by but extremely understanding of because I would want to punch me too when all I wanted was to top up my phone so I could call my girlfriend; a rather portly lady in this rather small local Post Office who smelled a bit like wee; and that classic, an old man with a dog who liked to sniff things. All sorts of things.
In conclusion: a mildly embarrassing half-hour, but not unexpected. I think I secretly enjoy humiliating myself.
Edit: 9 June 2007 i has received a mix:
silvercobwebs, weekend
» Suggest things for me to photograph.