The USPS is a bunch of bastards, too.
Let's see who else is a bunch of bastards!
I feel slightly bad for the fellow: I got a suit and needed the pants hemmed. There weren't any cleaners in the immediate vicinity, but there was a suit shop that had a faded sign indicating they did alterations, so I took it in there. It's not ideal, because you feel like, hey man, I bought a suit from somebody else, but I want you to alter it. Anyway, when I picked it up, he said, hey, by the way, if you know anybody who needs a suit or if you're in the market, we might be going out of business, so we're having a clearance sale soon... Oh drat. Well, I look at it like this: at least he got some revenue from me.
I thought iGrrrl's articles made some good points. I'm trying here.
I'm wrapping up all the stupid little stuff that needs to get done before I leave for a week. Oops, some stuff I procrastinated on, now it seems that, because of the upgrade in the systems, um, I'm not able to get it. Uh... frak.
I have some sort of stag do tonight. Drinks at The Globe. Mildly wishing we could beg off, I have shit to do and everybody gets in tomorrow - no time for R after tonight.
There was a guy handing out fliers yesterday for liquidation of sheets and comforters. Good deals, good product, but I was busy yesterday, some of my coworkers had gotten some the last time they were through, but apparently they aren't in today. Drat. We registered and got sheets, but have not gotten a comforter, but, you know, we'll need them before we may receive them. Oh well.
Going on a trip to NYC soon. A wedding. The tricky thing is figuring out logistics. AAAAH.
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