Oh. My. That's all. 2003-03-04 - 10:06 p.m.
Gah. A pox on my laziness. I've discovered that there are two phone numbers for cabs around here. Both are really for the same company. All of the phone lines were busy this morning. Therefore I was late for work. I mean werk.
Yeah. But at least I kept busy, putting dozens of boxes of shoes away on the shelves. This was loads and loads of fun. Up and down the ladder ad infinitum. It is not easy balancing three pairs of boots with one hand while climbing up a rickety little ladder with the other. But by the end of the day I began to forget my fear of heights a little bit. Which might be a good thing? With all this exercise, I got a little warm. Granted with my tank top (sadly not a spaghetti-strapped one, as such attire is against the dress code) and my black pants, I looked almost like I had escaped from the campus bar-hopping sorority. But 'twas Mardi Gras, so c'est la vie. And I got somebody to apply for a Sears card today. Which got me thinking, maybe I should make more of an effort at these things. For the good of the company and all.
Sarah the Shoe Schmuck (breathily): "Hey baby, is that a Sears card in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
(Sarah leans forward slightly to display her... assets...)
Smitty the Smitten Shoe Shopper: Uh, no, that's an American Express. Why?
Sarah: If you'd like to apply for a Sears card today, I can save you $10 off your first statement. And (leans forward again) I'll trade you your digits for mine.
Smitty: (drools) Okay!
There. Now you all know my secret plan. Sometimes the evilness knows no bounds.
Anyway, enough about that... After werk I went to Waldenbooks and used my nifty little coupon on more books that I don't have time to read. "Fight Club", "High Fidelity", and some kind of dream dictionary.
I wonder if dreaming about Sears cards is symbolic of anything.
I do not condone preparing for grad school by retail schmucking in any way. Hildegarde von Bingen is spinning in her grave right now. Some flute diva somewhere is ripping effortlessly through the Ibert Concerto as we speak. I so rule.