My dear I have moved on to mexican queso. But you may dip your chip. 8)

I'm down.

thread of the year

i know it...i've got my work cut out for me...but i will succeed!

I admire that, estone. I really do.

My job is exactly like this. I am one of two full-time employees who is not under contract with SMG or in a Director position. The other is the son of my primary boss, whom I share an office with. Every Operations Supervisor who is under contract is always avoiding direct confrontation with the Director of Operations and never wants to ask him a question. I personally answer to about four people due to the fact I am essentially an office coordinator who handles alot of the purchasing/supply demands for our operations department.
On the plus side, I spent most of the day organizing my office and cleaning out the desk of a former supervisor, so that a new guy could come in next week. I also only have one our of work left.

what's +1? just good things? or better things?

You understand! My supervisor continually wimps out. I'm convinced I'm more qualified, but since it's a job I don't plan on keeping for too long, I'd rather just be paid to listen to my iPod all day. And, like, take care of customers, I guess.

Suck it.

Upping one's post count.

I figured I title the thread that since I wasn't actually talking about music and it would probably become a random thread anyway.

got it. i can't keep up with the board sometimes.

i'm a tough chick. try me.


today...

positive:
* had a nice lunch with a co-worker who's into the same music as i am. finally! i meet someone cool from work i can go to shows with.
* i've been productive at work this week so i'm pretty much caught up with most of my projects (and i probably just jinxed myself)
* 2 more days until st. patty's so i can pretend i'm irish and drink all the jameson in the bar

negative:
* apartment hunting sucks... meeting with some people after work to check out a place, hope it's a cool spot.

random:
* i still hate pigeons. i really do.

i++

i'm almost to 4000.

(+1)

I think a (+1) is in order...

i'm with ya on the pigeon hate. flying rats i say. gross.

All right, so I've got another one.

An older woman I've been talking with for the last two weeks who has been trying to decide if she really wants to spend a god awful amount of money on wooden bowls she's wanted her "whole, entire life".

She calls today and says "Stacey, guess who this is...!" "... Bonnie?" "Yes! Hello sweetheart, how are you?"

She told me she was looking at our website and saw we were running a sale and wondered if it pertained to the items she wanted. I told her I was sorry, but it did not and she goes on and on about not knowing what to do now and how she'd have to ask her husband and she asked if there was any way she could get the special regardless. I told her the "big boss" was out of town, but I could possibly ask him on Monday for her. I had actually all ready talked to him about this and he had said no, but I was figuring I'd ask him again, because this woman had been hemming and hawing for weeks by this point.

Anyway, after we hung up I decided to just give her the discount. It was really a "screw it" moment. So I called her back and said I had called my boss even though I wasn't supposed to contact him on his cell phone and even though her items were not included in the sale, he was going to give her the discount anyway. She was so ecstatic, she went on a ten minute Stacey praise-a-thon. Literally, she was blessing me. I mean, she was getting the discount, but I completely lied to her. Does this mean I'm going to hell?

Also, for some reason, she told me how much of a "hunk" Taylor Hicks from American Idol was.

That was very long and probably uninteresting.

I don't even know who Taylor Hicks is.

I didn't do a very good job in retelling the story as I left out most of what she was saying to me, which was, well, the funny part.

She asked if I had any sisters. I told her I didn't, but had two younger brothers. Then she told me about someone on American Idol who had four brothers and a girl she used to work with who had six sisters. She talked about how so many families have too many children of the same sex and she just prayed that things would even out for people continuing to have several children.

+1

le coeur de bloody jack

I have to remember this trick - always tell stories in installments. Very Dickensian of you.

calling that installments is quite generous. pretty much the climax as belated epilogue.

Terrible, terrible.

This is the lowest point of my story telling life.

(but good old mutty...)