12 hours ago
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I'm seriously going to bitch slap someone...
They really need to get me out of here and I mean fast. First of all at this point in the summer forget about socializing...it's all I can do to smile and I haven't been doing a lot of that lately...it's too much I tell you. Now I've got some non-stitcher in here who is telling me she purchased a pillow kit from here around 25 years ago...well at least we've narrowed down who hasn't helped me stay in business...now find me someone out there who has. She then tells me how she's not crafty...Gee how could I have know that without her telling me....this woman is a loony toon...get her out of here...ooh, thanks she just left. Now I can get back to playing solitare on the computer and going through catalogs. It's the strangest thing...the more the shop slows down the more I want to shop to bring more things in. Something is wrong with my system...perhaps it's that! Sara and Vernon have taken Michael to his first semi-pro football game in Salisbury...Michael is playing (O.K. technically not semi pro, but to me he is.) Vernon brought home his uniform for the game which we found today was about 1 1/2 inches too small in the waist. I just called Sara to see what's going on and she says he somehow managed to squeeze into it and we all know he's going to end up with a stomach ache from the damn pants. This has fiasco written all over it. Ladies we all know what pants feel like when they are too tight...he's 8...he doesn't get "just muscle through it" so I'm sure he's going to have something to say about it. Plus he has to be weighed in to make sure he's not overweight. Have you ever heard of anything so silly...he's 8. Sara's afraid he won't make weight...frankly I don't give a damn. He's 8!!!! Children at that age should not be playing night games which start around 6:30 p.m. 1 hour away from their home. He's 8 and he's going to be getting home around 9..hopefully ... on a school night. Because of the weight issue Sara couldn't feed him before leaving so now he's going to be eating around 9:00 p.m. Oh yea, this is a good idea. Michael gets cranky if he isn't fed every couple of hours...doesn't matter what it is ...fruit..usually, but food must enter the chute. Now he's going to be hungry, in pants 2 sizes too small, and tired. Boy this is going to be the perfect storm. Good luck to Sara and Vernon with this one. Non-stitcher #2..."I bet you do a terrific internet business because your inventory in here is so extensive" (like one thing has anything to do with the other...HELLO... Then she ...oh, please don't say it...said, "So all these samples where do you get them." I said all the ladies here do them...and this idiot says...looking at my Sail Away by Shepherd's Bush...sitting on the counter.."do you do them on the machine." Are you kidding me people...Shepherd's Bush done on the machine...she got out of here with her life but she was lucky...I was sitting and the energy to get up would have been too great. She's lucky I was standing, because I'd have had to take her down... Now I'll wait for non-stitcher #3 because you know she's going to be here any minute. No, the nut job this time was a man who came in Salty Yarns through Sea Trader and didn't pay attention to that fact and thought we were a shop jammed with card racks so he announces to me that he doesn't have enough time to look through all the cards, turns around and walks out...for which I was grateful....and my night moves on at a snails pace and to make it worse I'm missing Survivor..Damn..now I'm madder than I was 5 minutes ago. Did hear from Sara, Michael did play and his team lost but he had fun, tight pants and all. Me...well it's 8:45..Survivor is almost over and I haven't seen any of it. The store is now empty so I think I'll just call it a day. I'm tired of the looky loo's who don't have the time or patience to stitch in the first place. Stitchers...I need you in here to balance this out. Have a great night and I'll talk to you later.