Kiosk 2: The Selling
The bane of Mel's existence has been granted an extention on its infernal life. Our Head Office decided that they wanted two more weeks of our winterwear kiosk being in the mall. Of course, it would have been nice to have been notified of this, oh, earlier than 3 days before the kiosk was originally going to close.
Thanks, Head Office. Way to be on the ball.
Blind luck that everyone currently working at the kiosk is still available and more than happy to carry on for another 2 weeks. Unlike one of the other mall kiosks, where they got the same message only
after everyone else working there had procured other jobs.
In the meantime, Mel is grumpy because she was so looking forward to setting the kiosk on fire this Sunday, and now she'll just have to wait. Even more/worse, rumours are now abounding that our Head Office wants to try and make it a permanent kiosk in the mall. At this rate, Mel may never get to exact her heavenly retribution.
Mel: "'Heavenly retribution'? Does that make me an angel now?"
Chaos: "Not really. I was more referring to the Old Testament standard of it raining down hellfire and brimstone whenever God got really pissed off at someone."
Mel: [sulking] "I like being an angel better."
Chaos: "Yeah, me too. We'd be able stuff our own pillows with down from your wings!"
Mel: [grrr!!] "Speaking of hellfire and brimstone...."
And in closing, we leave you with
Today's Chaos:

(Yeah, I'm enjoying this hat far too much...)
posted by Phillip at 5:23 PM