Writer's Block.
Zero pawed his way into my yarn stash, and now he's running around the house with a skein or two. Actually, at this present moment, he's sitting in my computer chair, chewing the yarn, while I'm sitting in a chair I had to pull up next to it. He may not have claws, but his teeth are razors. Nooooo, I'm totally not a slave to my cats.
So it might be interesting to know that I set up my Easter disply two days ago at work. Why? Because I ran out of Valentine's stuff. And because Easter is my favorite holiday second only to Halloween. So now I get to hear every single person who walks through bitch about it being up sooo early. Well, they can piss off, seeing as Easter is early. Yeah.
There's this local bookstore here, Conkey's, that used to have the hold of the community, until, that is, first Walden Books came, and then us, Barnes & Noble. Now Conkey's basically hates us, even though they are primarily the bookstore for the Uni across the street, which is where Michelle goes. Yeah, got that all? Anyway, when we don't have something, we often refer the customer to either Walden or Conkey's. So you can imagine my dismay yesterday when I had a customer call back to tell me that he called Conkey's asking for a magazine, only to have the manager get on the phone and say: 'Idon't know what Barnes is talking about. We don't carry magazines. We carry books. We're a bookstore. Don't call here asking for magazines.' And then he proceeded to further bash our store.
Know what? We give them business in the event that we don't have something. We refer tons of customers to them. And what right does the manager have to take out his hosility on a potential customer willing to spend money there? He should have left the man out of it and just called us to say that instead. But guess what. Conkey's does sell magazines. So there. What an ass. We will no longer ever tell anyone to go to that store. And why should we?
I had about a million other things to say, but have forgotten them.
Eight days until Sarah and Brandtson!!! Yay! I am very, very excited. I miss my Sarah Pie quite a bit. Hopefully this time, there won't be a white trash jock vs. gangsta riot. Although, it was quite funny. (to Sarah: hahahaha. Remember Andy trying to negotiate peace talks with his red margarita mustache? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. If not for Maggie and the interference she'd be sure to cause, it would be fun to get him to tag along... maybe....)
It now looks as though the potential show count is down to four. Oh well, that's four times. And, Crystal, they have a venue now for the PA show, so you should go. ;)
So it might be interesting to know that I set up my Easter disply two days ago at work. Why? Because I ran out of Valentine's stuff. And because Easter is my favorite holiday second only to Halloween. So now I get to hear every single person who walks through bitch about it being up sooo early. Well, they can piss off, seeing as Easter is early. Yeah.
There's this local bookstore here, Conkey's, that used to have the hold of the community, until, that is, first Walden Books came, and then us, Barnes & Noble. Now Conkey's basically hates us, even though they are primarily the bookstore for the Uni across the street, which is where Michelle goes. Yeah, got that all? Anyway, when we don't have something, we often refer the customer to either Walden or Conkey's. So you can imagine my dismay yesterday when I had a customer call back to tell me that he called Conkey's asking for a magazine, only to have the manager get on the phone and say: 'Idon't know what Barnes is talking about. We don't carry magazines. We carry books. We're a bookstore. Don't call here asking for magazines.' And then he proceeded to further bash our store.
Know what? We give them business in the event that we don't have something. We refer tons of customers to them. And what right does the manager have to take out his hosility on a potential customer willing to spend money there? He should have left the man out of it and just called us to say that instead. But guess what. Conkey's does sell magazines. So there. What an ass. We will no longer ever tell anyone to go to that store. And why should we?
I had about a million other things to say, but have forgotten them.
Eight days until Sarah and Brandtson!!! Yay! I am very, very excited. I miss my Sarah Pie quite a bit. Hopefully this time, there won't be a white trash jock vs. gangsta riot. Although, it was quite funny. (to Sarah: hahahaha. Remember Andy trying to negotiate peace talks with his red margarita mustache? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. If not for Maggie and the interference she'd be sure to cause, it would be fun to get him to tag along... maybe....)
It now looks as though the potential show count is down to four. Oh well, that's four times. And, Crystal, they have a venue now for the PA show, so you should go. ;)