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12.06.05 It's 09:00, and I'm at the shop o' doom. Dean Martin is doodley-noodling on the stereo. People have come into the shop and wanted shit done. "Yes sir! Your 4,000 black and white copies, tri-folded, will be le dernier cri in neighbourhood association newsletter inserts. Now, mon chou whatever paper could a person of your obvious sophistication and good breeding possibly choose? I shan't have a restful moment until I know!" *gak* Yessirree Bob, the Susie Retail persona is firmly in place. She smiles vacuously while dreaming of tequila-toting cabana boys. Laughs like a kookaburra at witticisms hoary with age. As we all know, anyone who works in a service position is sub-human. On a side note, there was a customer who kept coming in to order stuff. Apparently, this is a form of courtship for him. It was this guy that told me if I did a good job with his crap, he'd take me out to dinner. I suppose this is a Great Reward, and one that I should be humbled and grateful to be offered. ME: Dinner? With you? *koff* When it became obvious that I was never, ever, ever going to go out with him he stopped picking up his orders. I'm paid (a miniscule sum) to take customer orders. Period. This ain't a brothel. I ain't for rent. Goodness. I am bitter. So tonight, I'm taking myself to a brand-new tango venue. It's their opening night. Fingers are crossed. PS: Tango by Carlos Saura? Whoa. Beautiful. Xat sez, check it out. Go. Be fabulous. Back one. ||||| Forward one.
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