Sunday 3 February 2013

Sometimes you've just got to laugh!

I had a customer the other day ask me where we kept our table runners. Not an uncommon thing to hear in my line of work. I led her to the corner where we keep ALL of our table runners. She looked at me and said "Oh, I've already seen these ones. Don't you have any wider ones? These are so narrow."
-- So my first gut reaction was to say to her. "If you've already seen the table runners why did you ask me where we kept the table runner?"
Instead I said: "Oh these are the only ones we've got sorry. They just come in the standard width."
"Are you sure these are all you have?" She asked in hopes that I would change my answer.
"Yes, we only keep them in the one spot. We do have some on the tables for show, but they have doubles in this display. So all the table runners in the store are just right here. Sorry." I responded in hopes she would understand.
"Are you sure you sure you don't have any wider ones in the back?"
"Yes. They are all right here I promise."

...

I shook my head and walked away!

I especially like how she kept asking me if we had any others like I was going to give in and show her our stash of extra wide table runners.

Some people just make me laugh...

Xoxo.

What Gives?

You are busy moving furniture/wood around and you get a sliver. It hurts for 2 minutes. 120 seconds pass and you forget all about it. Your life carries on as if nothing has happened to you. Then about 10-12 hours later you take a shower and notice the tiny little sliver in your hand and you can't feel anything but that stupid sliver now! It feels as if you have an entire treen branch penetrating your hand. The tiny little baby sliver spent 12 hours nestled nicely in your hand without notice, but the moment you rememeber it is there it feels like the worst pain in your life...


    What Gives??

(Story is clearly over exaggerated for.... Because EVERY story is over exaggerated)

Sunday 20 January 2013

Turns out I am a TERRIBLE Blogger!

I will never be able to make a living writing a blog! And really that is too bad, because if we are being perfectly honest I would MUCH rather sit on my ass and write a blog than go to a 'real' job any day.

That being said: All of you 'Bloggers' out there please don't attack me and tell me that blogging is a 'real' job. Cause I get it (obviously) I really do, blogging isn't easy. All the ideas you need to have and the time that goes into making a nice blog... Blah, blah, blah!! You go to my job for a week and you will know what I am talking about.

So really I'm not even sure why I still have this blog up and running? Can you erase a blog? I don't even know the real answer to that question.. Shoot.. I must continue to blog then! (HAHA let's count how many times I say 'blog' in this post! Shoot.. Sorry kids!)
I think my problem is really that I have all these great ideas that I want to write about, I sit down with my thoughts in my head and then there are so many things around to distract me! The internet is a CRAZY place! (I say that like I get caught up in internet-y type things, when really I just get distracted on 'stupid' things like Twitter and Netflix.) So really my only problem is that I have the attention span of a gnat.
(see right there I had to Google how to spell gnat. Then I started reading about them when really I have NO interest AT all about gnats!)

The point of this post was really to just state that I am a terrible blogger... Sorry kids!!

This brings me to another point... I say that a lot... "Sorry kids" "Okay kids" "Good job Kids" You get the point right?? Well I say it to adults, some are younger than me some MUCH older... As it turns out the ones that are MUCH older don't like it when you call them kids. They think it is demeaning. REALLY? Here is an idea. Don't be such a stuck up ass hole, and don't take things so literally.. Good-ness... I got in trouble. IN TROUBLE for saying "Good job kids" or something to that affect(effect?) to some old ladies at work...  Fuck outta here. That is all I have to say about that!! Get your head out of your ass. xoxo

This is all for tonight... Talk to y'all later.

xoxo