I like to tell people that bookstore customers are overall better, more intelligent customers. Then I get the crew out to prove me wrong.
The girl who came in (with her mother) to search for the book "Dan's Mackabee"--meaning Hamilton's Danse Macabre? Epic fail--but all things considered, almost expected.
The girl who later tried to compare her teen girl drama to The Grapes of Wrath? Worse. And no. And . . . grah.
(It's the Grapes of fucking Wrath, are you fucking kidding me?)
(But I didn't kill either of them. I think that's how I got to be Employee of the Month.)
. . . Of course, there's always straight-up misbehavior on my part. A harried customer today asked me what I wanted. I told her: "A pony."
I still don't have my pony. :(
To do this weekend:
crop & upload pics for dreadfall temporary attachment tutorial
finish taking pics for dreadfall-making tutorial
get invitations printed (got paper, got layout, need second sheet)
start plotting numbers/$$/items/costumes for NYAF (oh god, math!)
return the borrowed sewing machine that I've had for weeks
hit Joann fabrics with my shiny pretty 50% off coupon :D :D
The girl who came in (with her mother) to search for the book "Dan's Mackabee"--meaning Hamilton's Danse Macabre? Epic fail--but all things considered, almost expected.
The girl who later tried to compare her teen girl drama to The Grapes of Wrath? Worse. And no. And . . . grah.
(It's the Grapes of fucking Wrath, are you fucking kidding me?)
(But I didn't kill either of them. I think that's how I got to be Employee of the Month.)
. . . Of course, there's always straight-up misbehavior on my part. A harried customer today asked me what I wanted. I told her: "A pony."
I still don't have my pony. :(
To do this weekend: