Dear Diary
Dear Diary
You know, that’s a ludicrous way to start - I don’t know why people do it. I mean, you see all of these films and in books and stuff and girls always start ‘Dear Diary’
Why? It’s not like the diary is ever going to reply. But I felt that I should at least make the effort.
Not that it’s like I haven’t written one of these before, but I can’t access my last one. I can go onto the site and find it and it’s still there and everything, but I’ve misplaced the password and it won’t give me a new one. It simply isn’t good enough, but time is money in a world such as this and I simply do not have the time to go faffing around applying for a new password and finding that I’ve typed it in wrong or one of the other thousands of technical difficulties which seem to take pleasure out of plaguing me on a daily basis.
So I have simply started a new diary. Hence the ‘Dear Diary’ - which, I continue to maintain, is a ridiculous way to start.
Which subject brings me onto the stupid situation in which I find myself.
Here am I - I create a perfectly reasonable journal using my initials - it being that I have been informed that my full name is simply far too long in its entirety - which I think is simply despicable and unacceptable, but unfortunately, I do not make the rules. Though I fail to see why the rules should apply to me as, naturally, there is an exception to every rules and I do not see any reason why that should not be me.
I digress.
So, I use my perfectly amenable initials to form the basis of my user name - A. C. E. Jenkins - only to find that I am now referred to as Ace Jenkins, which is quite ridiculous as it makes me sound like some kind of fighter pilot from the Second World War (though why some many of them wanted to be called Ace is beyond me. I knew quite a few and believe me, most of them didn’t deserve the moniker - anything but. And the things they told those poor girls who lived around the airbases….)
Anyway, as I mentioned before, time is money and when one is running a store such as the Magic Box one cannot abandon her duties. I have customers to attend to, who I must approach in a friendly and open manner so that I many persuade them to purchase the goods I have in stock whilst not being so forward as to scare them away with overt enthusiasm and incessant chatter.
You know, that’s a ludicrous way to start - I don’t know why people do it. I mean, you see all of these films and in books and stuff and girls always start ‘Dear Diary’
Why? It’s not like the diary is ever going to reply. But I felt that I should at least make the effort.
Not that it’s like I haven’t written one of these before, but I can’t access my last one. I can go onto the site and find it and it’s still there and everything, but I’ve misplaced the password and it won’t give me a new one. It simply isn’t good enough, but time is money in a world such as this and I simply do not have the time to go faffing around applying for a new password and finding that I’ve typed it in wrong or one of the other thousands of technical difficulties which seem to take pleasure out of plaguing me on a daily basis.
So I have simply started a new diary. Hence the ‘Dear Diary’ - which, I continue to maintain, is a ridiculous way to start.
Which subject brings me onto the stupid situation in which I find myself.
Here am I - I create a perfectly reasonable journal using my initials - it being that I have been informed that my full name is simply far too long in its entirety - which I think is simply despicable and unacceptable, but unfortunately, I do not make the rules. Though I fail to see why the rules should apply to me as, naturally, there is an exception to every rules and I do not see any reason why that should not be me.
I digress.
So, I use my perfectly amenable initials to form the basis of my user name - A. C. E. Jenkins - only to find that I am now referred to as Ace Jenkins, which is quite ridiculous as it makes me sound like some kind of fighter pilot from the Second World War (though why some many of them wanted to be called Ace is beyond me. I knew quite a few and believe me, most of them didn’t deserve the moniker - anything but. And the things they told those poor girls who lived around the airbases….)
Anyway, as I mentioned before, time is money and when one is running a store such as the Magic Box one cannot abandon her duties. I have customers to attend to, who I must approach in a friendly and open manner so that I many persuade them to purchase the goods I have in stock whilst not being so forward as to scare them away with overt enthusiasm and incessant chatter.