Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

There has been work. Lots of work. Already I find myself infused with a more than healthy dose of vile loathing for the Commercialmas season. (And for once, the weather is an irrelevant factor.) You could chalk it up to the extended mall hours that force me to linger at the store longer than is really necessary...because, and I'll be brutally honest, if you absolutely need a suitcase at 9:25pm, it had better be because the one you were otherwise going to use for that 1am flight spontaneously combusted.

You could also (wisely) suggest I may be aggravated by the deluge of Christmas music. It started in the mall last week--even earlier in some stores--and after a single 4-hour shift at the kiosk, I was ready to take the duo singing "Baby It's Cold Outside" and bury them in a snowdrift if only to make them shut up.

But...alas...it's Head Office that incurs my ire. Mostly because they felt I needed roughly 20 full sets of luggage delivered to us over the past week. As a result, despite my best efforts, the back half of the store is nigh inaccessible, and it looks like the suitcases are trying to sneak up and attack the cash area.

I'm waiting for my District Manager to show up tomorrow and not be amused. It's fun when that happens, since some idiot at Head Office gets a swift kick in their head-up-the-ass, and something is actually done about it.

But on the other hand, lest this seem entirely like a case of grumblypost, sometimes Head Office does unexpectedly amuse me at times. (Like all those n's in additional.) Consider today, when I received two boxes with a most curious label upon them:


This naturally got me to scratching my head in a curious sort of fashion; when last I'd checked, our store had not yet branched into selling undergarments. Was there in fact a memo I had missed? Had a box from La Senza accidentally made its way into our stock? (Which would have been a feat unto itself, since our shipments are delivered via a company truck.) And why were we only selling 36C's? Surely that's not the only cup size out there, and wouldn't we be descriminating against other bosom sizes by not selling those?

All this pondering turned out to be for naught. Turns out Head Office had cannibalized a box from some other company or whatnot, and used it to transport their own goods to us. All I found inside were briefcases and scarves. But hey, in the end it served as a great bit of blog fodder, so I suppose it wasn't all pointless.

In other news, if you're like me (I know, I know, heaven forbid) and have asked the age-old question, "who would win in a fight: a jellyfish or a salmon?", apparently it's the jellyfish who will be doing the ass-kicking:

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071121/sc_afp/nirelandbritainanimalsfish

It does seem disturbingly appropriate, I suppose. Do jellyfish even have asses to speak of, let alone to get handed to them? But at any rate, at least that's one Versus debate settled. Now all that's left is to answer the epic "ninja vs. pirate" and "caveman vs. astronaut" debates.

Today's Lesson: happiness is a surprisingly large Appa plushie in your hands.

Labels: bras instead of brief(cases), jellyfish vs salmon

posted by Phillip at 4:15 PM