Category: working girl
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A co-worker asked me what I had wanted to be when I grew up, when I was little: "A textile designer". "And one of the people who does the tiny little line drawings and doodles in the New Yorker." (pause) "Oh, and a war-zone photojournalist". "A what?" (shocked expression). "Yeah, why not? I have one…
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I've given in, I've succombed to the hippy-dippy, sandal-wearing life-style such as it is out here on the Granola Coast. After two weeks of agony, my boss finally convinced me to see his Chiropractor. The magic words were "It's covered on our health plan". Ok, for free, I'll try anything. To be able to move…
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I did my back in again this week. On Dad's advice, I got myself a "nifty little garment", aka a back brace. Soooo sexy. Just about as attractive as the grunting sounds I make when trying to pick up a pencil. I can't bend, I can't turn, I can hardly walk–I'm doing the 'back pain'…
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Tom adjusts to the new location of 'his spot'. Ruby stands guard. Before After Tom's new place is great, big and light and roomy. All the family pitched in to send him furnishings–from Grandpa's prints to Mom's rug to John and Molly's redo of the chairs to Aunt Peg's couch, table and bed. He worked…
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Just a few gems that I've been subject to this week at work— "I just don't know if I can order those chairs today, I just lost $150,000 in the market!". (Excuse me, how rude is that? Lady, look at me–I'm a retail clerk. I'll never, in my entire life of working, have $150,000 to…
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A lanky designer, dressed all in fail-safe black, looking down at me, literally, from the top of the staircase with a sizing-up scowl: "Your hair is kind of cute. I don't usually like short, brown hair. But yours is ok". Funny, I don't usually like tall bitches, but you're ok too.
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Everyone wants to phone it in…or fax it or email it. With all the ways we have to ask for stuff, look for stuff, and order stuff, the actual walk-in customer is becoming a treasured thing. This person made time in their day, drove around for five to fifteen minutes for parking which they had…
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The store expansion and renovation is complete–visually and physically anyway, I still have loads of things to do like tagging, inventory, training, and oh you know, answering stupid questions. Our expansion involved the creation of entirely new floor–the basement was excavated (digging 5 feet down), a wall blown out and a stair case put in.…
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Last week, I went to Las Vegas at the last minute to attend two days of the World Market Home Furnishings Trade Show. I went to Vegas, with my boss, to work. Contain your excitement on my behalf. We stayed at the Luxor, said to be visible from space. The Great Wall, the Amazon and…
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I was in North Carolina this past week, 'drinking the Kool-Aid' at a classic furniture factory; Hickory Chair. We spent a day at the Biltmore Estate, viewing America's largest private home, then had dinner at a place that boasts the largest bbq platters, served on garbage pail lids. In the Vanderbilt estate, we viewed master…
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