dragonlady7

"And if California slides into the ocean,
like the mystics and statistics say it will,
I believe this motel will be standing
Until I've paid my bill."

Disclaimer: I don't really have anything against California. I know and like people who live there. Really.
But at work...
Well, let's just say that the product we sell appeals to health nuts. It appeals to really really wacky, paranoid health nuts. And there's an unusually high concentration of those in California, apparently. Also our product is really heavy, which makes it expensive and difficult to ship it to California. So it often gets there damaged. And they're wackos there, might I add.
Especially our dealers out there. Sweet Jesus, the people out there that sell our products are crazy.

Hence the dialogue in the office kitchen this morning.

Sales Manager: Morning!
Me: H'lmph.
SM: How did that go again?
Me: Meh.
SM: Not so cheerful, huh?
Me: You know that Warren Zevon song, where he's like, "And if California slides into the ocean…"
SM: No, but… is this about [Dealer in Sherman Oaks]?
Me: Dude gave me a half-hour lecture about his profit margins and it took me five tries to wedge in sideways the response that I really need to speak to the shipping coordinator about this and she wasn't in so I couldn't until today. And once I'd managed to explain that while he talked over me, he gave me another lecture about his goddamn profit margins.
SM: … Yeah, the guy in Costa Mesa's no joy either, he drops his pricing below our list every weekend when he knows we've gone home.
Me: And the lady today who told me her body could sense that it was the paint on our machines giving her a chemical reaction…
SM: California?
Me: Yep.
SM: Did you explain about the baked-on powder-coated finish and how there's no solvents or any…
Me: Yep.
SM: I see.
Me: And the guy lecturing me on our pro-rated filter policy and how we were doing it wrong… Los Angeles.
SM: Nice.
Me: Yeah. Anytime now with the tectonic plate shifty thing, that'd be fine by me.

Muh. I actually didn't have time last night to sit and eat Chee-Tos and cry. It did amuse me,

lenine2, that that amused you. I was trying to be funny. I don't like just being whiny and ranty.
But I had no Chee-Tos in the house, so instead I went home and took a shower and sat quietly and ate grilled chicken and mixed wild rice… and tube croissants that Z made in the toaster oven because he thought it might cheer me up, which was sweet.
Then I tried to braid my hair flat and there was a rat's nest in it the size of a rat, and I threw out the window all of my care and patience of the last six months or so in trying to be good to my hair, and just tore out a big double handful of hair the size of Chita, and scraped my hair into a lumpy braid that wouldn't stay under the hat, but I didn't cry. I put my made-up face on and left my shirt mostly unbuttoned and drove to Clarence and pouted in a pool hall.
There were four of us for the page, four QCRG '07 veterans born in August, of which three were Knockouts last season, and one was a Saucy. The photographer was another Saucy, and she'd taught herself portrait photography over the summer. She also knew how to do stage makeup, and did so with terrifying efficiency. She's one of those girls who gets really terrifying and intense and then you realize, she was just nervous, and really she's the sweetest girl in the world. She bullied us through a really entertaining photo shoot with reassuring efficiency, and then only afterward did we find out this was the first one she'd done and she was so relieved it had actually worked. She got a bunch of good shots, and then we picked up all the equipment and went out to our cars, and hugged her goodbye.
"I love hugging Knockouts," she said, which was a curious thing to say, but we were amused, and off we went.

I also found out that this year the referees are getting cop uniforms. The new possibly-head-referee is Active Service Navy, and so works with reservists a lot-- many of whom are cops-- and the Buffalo Police Department is changing their uniform this year. So she's cadged a number of old uniform pieces off them, including actual badges since the design of the badges is changed. OMG they're going to be SO HOT. Especially since half the refs this year will be skaters from last year who just can't make the time commitment this season but want to stay active.
OMG.
So hot.
Am excited for this season.

Am really, really trying, see, to try to psych myself up to survive a goddamn day, but you know, I'm probably going to reach through the phone and strangle somebody at some point today. I'll let you know how that goes.

OMG Three of the girls in the office went to the Bills game last night. And a fourth girl is going on about how the game last night is a symbol of her dying relationship. Jesus, I don't want to know. I fucking hate football and I hate the Bills most of all.