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I feel that I should write something clever in here, but I have been curiously brain-dead with regard to writing over the past two or three weeks.
I could tell you about having to buy a strapless bra for the fancy evening party/dance/thing that is somehow involved in my little sister's college graduation, but really all the story involves is me griping about ridiculous overpricing. (Also, I don't like padded bras, but all strapless bras in my size seem to be padded. Unfair.)
I could tell you about having to sign a nondisclosure agreement since the shop will be one of the umpteen zillion stores selling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows come July, but again, it's not much of a story. Scholastic is doing a weird promotional campaign involving seven bookmarks, each with a question people hope DH will answer. Each new bookmark goes on display at a pre-set date. So far we have two up.
Question 1: Who will live? Who will die? (Which is really two questions, or one question repeated with different phrasing, but we all know I quibble about that sort of thing, so whatever.)
Question 2: Is Snape good or evil? (You know, he could be both; you have heard of moral relativity, yes, and of situational ethics? *sigh*)
MS put the bookmarks on display in cleverly relabeled plastic mugs that we get gratis each time we order individually wrapped Black & Mild cigars (the ones that have plastic mouthpieces that make me think they're attempting to be miniature tin whistles). She thinks we could sell the leftover ones on eBay. I dunno -- people will buy all kinds of crap, but bookmarks? Which we are handing out for free?
(And would that even be legal?)
...
I'm rambling like a crazy person. It comes of being braindead. Anyway, PM finally hired a new person for the shop. He starts tomorrow afternoon/evening, and DB and I get to train him. I feel vastly unprepared. Also, I don't know what to call him since his name also starts with a D, but D means my current coworker DB. Maybe I'll call the new guy D2?
I could tell you about having to buy a strapless bra for the fancy evening party/dance/thing that is somehow involved in my little sister's college graduation, but really all the story involves is me griping about ridiculous overpricing. (Also, I don't like padded bras, but all strapless bras in my size seem to be padded. Unfair.)
I could tell you about having to sign a nondisclosure agreement since the shop will be one of the umpteen zillion stores selling Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows come July, but again, it's not much of a story. Scholastic is doing a weird promotional campaign involving seven bookmarks, each with a question people hope DH will answer. Each new bookmark goes on display at a pre-set date. So far we have two up.
Question 1: Who will live? Who will die? (Which is really two questions, or one question repeated with different phrasing, but we all know I quibble about that sort of thing, so whatever.)
Question 2: Is Snape good or evil? (You know, he could be both; you have heard of moral relativity, yes, and of situational ethics? *sigh*)
MS put the bookmarks on display in cleverly relabeled plastic mugs that we get gratis each time we order individually wrapped Black & Mild cigars (the ones that have plastic mouthpieces that make me think they're attempting to be miniature tin whistles). She thinks we could sell the leftover ones on eBay. I dunno -- people will buy all kinds of crap, but bookmarks? Which we are handing out for free?
(And would that even be legal?)
...
I'm rambling like a crazy person. It comes of being braindead. Anyway, PM finally hired a new person for the shop. He starts tomorrow afternoon/evening, and DB and I get to train him. I feel vastly unprepared. Also, I don't know what to call him since his name also starts with a D, but D means my current coworker DB. Maybe I'll call the new guy D2?
M. Is glad.
Date: 2007-05-09 03:27 pm (UTC)Re: M. Is glad.
Date: 2007-05-10 07:14 pm (UTC)Also, I have a horrible cold and want to be unconscious so I don't have to be aware of feeling like crap. Blech.
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Date: 2007-05-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-10 07:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-10 09:35 pm (UTC)I'm thinkign the marketing is mostly aimed at kids? notthatthat soudns like a good excuse to me either.