So I got rejected from graduate school. Okay. These things happen.
Now, the next question is this: Should I reapply? Well, yeah. I spend another $65 but I get to learn how truly foolish they are.
The other next question is this: Do I really want to do this?
I've been back at the Sewing Gallery for two days. In these two days I have been doing tasks like making a spreadsheet and some embroidery designs. It's not really like I'm at a sales job. I'm just in the middle of the sales floor doing something else.
Of course, when there's an extra body around and someone needs help, the extra body is asked to help. And this extra body likes to help out, actually. It makes me happy. I enjoy it.
Of course, I do have to complain.
People are really weird. They get really wound up about things that cost $35. When they look at something to buy they say, "Whoa. I'm not spending that much for a walking foot. I can do it the old way."
This can cause a problem for me. Sometimes it's okay, but when it's an attack on quality or usefulness I'm irritated because it's something that I like and use. I can't work with people like this because I want to say, "Fine. Don't spend it. Despite being so thrifty, you have officially purchased the right not to complain when you can't make things work."
Hmm, I think this boat paddle is too expensive. I'd rather use a coffee spoon.
*you may not complain when you're up a creek without one*
I think this car costs too much. I'm going to put wheels and a blender motor on this cardboard box.
*you may not complain when you drive farther than your blender cord*
I think this aspirin costs too much. I'm going to bang my head against the wall until I pass out.
*you may not complain when you have a headache when you wake up*
Don't these folks understand? Hey! I'm not the enemy! I'm just doing my job, and it isn't even my job! I'm just being nice!
Back off on the surliness.
And here's a coffee spoon to get you started paddling your way out of here.
So is it that I'm cranky today? Of course that's part of it. But I'm responding to one person. ONE! Is it possible that I don't have the personality for this?
I'm confused about this because I do possess the charm and sincerity to get the things that I need. Today, for example, after someone else was turned away, I got the requested items and a hug. Yep.
But that doesn't translate into therapist. That translates into a gifted gopher. And hey, if I can make up the words "gifted gopher" in a jiffy, as I just did, I could maybe be a writer.
I think, however, that my Floridian friend ChillyLilly has the best one. I don't know what I was saying, but she heard, "blame the socialite in the sky."
Now that's writing.
I went to find a picture of a socialite and I found this instead: Crazy So Cal Lady with Self-Love and Superiority Complex; Unfamiliar with Irony.
Posted by dotty at July 13, 2004 11:23 PM