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Business has not been wonderful in terms of rose selling so far this year. The weather opening weekend wasn't wonderful, and even though Saturday was pretty nice, the weathermen had been predicting THUNDERSTORMS AND DOOM for most of the week, so no one showed up. Sunday was verrah nice, in terms of weather, but the people seemed to forget their wallets at home. Even though I haven't been hitting my personal goal I've still been top seller, so I guess there's that. We have a really nice crew this year; I like all of the people I work with. It's pretty awesome.

This past weekend was one of the strangest I've experienced in quite some time. Saturday, I was petting the macaw (whose name is pronounced like "Gonzo," but with an "ah" at the end,) outside of the animal exhibit. She hopped up on my arm, and I thought, "Hooray! She likes me!" She started giving me soft little parrot kissies, and I thought, "Hooray! I have a new friend!" Then she chomped down on my bottom lip. Hard.

Evidently, parrots do such things to one another in order to show affection. I, however, do not have a beak. I have delicate soft fleshy bits.

Fortunately, my new buddy did not break my skin. I was really hoping that my lip would get all nice and swollen so I could tell people that I had been in a fist fight, and they should see the other guy! Alas, that did not happen. I'm still waiting to see if I get radioactive parrot powers. So far, nothing. I'm going to be *really* annoyed if I went through all that pain for nought.

Sunday, although it was busier, was MUCH slower in terms of sales. It was completely bizarre. I have never had to work that hard for so few sales with that many people there.

At one point, I was standing at the Moon Dancer back carts chatting with some folks, when a rather large individual dressed as Death approached. He was wearing a big red cowl, a skull mask which concealed his entire head inclusive of his eyes, and his nails were painted black. I did my little "fairy defies Death" act, and ran off to try and move some of my stock.

He followed me. Slowly but surely, he followed me until I ran into Knightly Endeavors. The KEGs and I watched him slowly amble past, and I ran off in the other direction.

I didn't think anything of the encounter, figuring it was probably some random patron who was a little bit *too* into playing a character, until later when I heard from Colin that Death had handed him a little note with a time written on it. At this point I decided that Death was probably some kind of creeper, and that security should be given a heads up.

Colin and I went off to find a security guard. He was about ready to beat the everloving snot out of someone. Eventually, we ran into Big Tom on the other side of the faire. We gave him the scoop about Creepy!Death, and he said he'd keep an eye out for him.

Later on, I was in Greenfield Common when I saw Nick over at Matty Groves. I figured I ought to give him a heads up about Creepy!Death as well, so I headed in that direction. As I was walking, I saw Bud Stud Eric making a bee line for him. We arrived at the same time, and as I was telling Nick the story, Eric pointed and said, "Yeah, he's right over there." Nick said he'd keep an eye on him, and I headed over to Lunde's.

Death followed me. Nick followed a ways behind him, but I didn't know that at the time. Eric followed Death. As I arrived at Lunde's a patron purchased a rose from me. During the entire transaction Death loomed over us. The patron kept giving him the side-eye, and called him creepy. Once the patron's money was safely tucked away I ran into Lunde's. Colin came out looking like he was ready to beat someone into the ground. (For the record, he probably could.) I was getting ready to tell Geoff that I was going to run and get security because a fight was fixing to break out when Nick arrived.

I saw Colin being ver stern with Death. I saw Nick being very stern. Then...laughter? WTF? Colin came back into the booth.

"It's OLAF!"

"Excuse me," I said, as I ran out of the booth to kick him in the shin and call him an asshole.

I went back into the booth to retrieve my basket, and Olaf followed me. He lifted his mask, and said, "I was following you because I wanted to buy a rose!" I berated him a bit more for scaring the shit out of me, sold him a rose, and had a good laugh about the whole thing.

Many people were concerned about the situation with Death, so I ran off to allieviate people's fears. As I was relating the story to a group of folks at the Blue Boar, I noticed a certain individual staring at me.

Most of you reading this will know that as Bubbles the Rose Fairy I do not speak, particularly not to drunken patrons. This particular drunken patron shows up about once a year, babbles at me about how pretty I am, how he loves me, how he's a lawyer, how I shoud be with him, etc. I tolerate him, and others like him, because it's generally not worth the trouble to get them to cut it out. I remind them that I'm taken, relieve them of some of those ever-so-heavy dollar bills, and then promptly forget about them. No big deal.

Later on in the day, I saw a family with three small children dressed as Link, Zelda, and a chicken. I immediately decided that the ENTIRE faire needed to learn of their existance, so I ran off towards the Blue Boar to spread the news.

Upon my arrival, I was accosted by the aforementioned drunken patron. By this time, he was WAY past merely drunk, and well into completely smashed. I don't speak drunk fluently, but from what I could tell, he was REALLY angry that he had seen me talking to other people when he's been coming to the faire and seeing me for seven years and I've never spoken to him. Nogga was walking by with Jax just as I was pounced upon by this idiot, so I grabbed him in case I needed an adult. The drunkard was going on and on; I wasn't going to talk to him, but when he started spouting off about how I need a "real man," I'd had enough.

I told him that I've been with my boyfriend a lot longer than he's "known" me, and he is a real man, and I didn't want to listed to any more of his nonsense, so I was going to go do my job. Of course, THAT exchange took about five minutes, because the jackass just would. Not. Shut. Up. Once I got away from him, I boogied on up the hill to the table where Damien and some others were sitting.

I expressed my need for an adult, and we all watched the drunked idiot stumble away with his friends. Kelly Rose informed us that he had just been cut off. Damien decided to run around to all of the pubs and make sure they knew not to serve this particular individual any more booze. I hugged Nogga for being my adult, and went about my business.

Not half an hour later I was approached by Nick, who asked me what happened at the Blue Boar. I told him the story, and he said he'd keep an eye out for the guy. I rounded the corner by Moresca, and lo and behold the nitwit was there with his two friends, harassing ANOTHER girl.

I waved down two other security guards, who had a bit of a chat with the fellow. They asked me if I wanted him thrown out, and I expressed my distinct desire that he not be allowed to imbibe any more alcohol. They told him he could stay as long as he didn't bother anyone any more, especially me.

He didn't so much as look in my direction for the rest of the day, but all of the craziness completely threw off my mojo. I feel like with the crowd we had, I should have had much better sales. I also completely forgot that I was supposed to be alerting everyone to the presence of Luke, Zelda, and the chicken until after they had gone.

Going out to dinner with good friends made me feel loads better. Getting free scones from the Chocolate Cafe on the way out of faire was also a bonus, even though Trouble Kitten 5000, aka Puck, found them in my basket at some point during the night and made quite the mess in our dining room.
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I heard about this on the radio this morning.

A woman in Athens, GA, was trying to return some perfume to a retail store. She did not have a receipt, and therefore was not allowed to return the items. As far as I am aware, this is pretty standard practice most places, especially if they carry high-end items.

Her reaction upon being told that she would not be able to get her money back was to knock over a display of perfume samples, causing approximately $1,000.00 in damage. She then left.

On what planet is that an appropriate response, particularly coming from someone who is an adult? This is the sort of behavior I would expect from a toddler, who would still be in big trouble.

I really hope the cops catch this woman, and that she gets what she deserves. I don't care who you are, how much money you have, or how much of a ~*~*~*~speshul snowflake~*~*~*~ you think you are, you do not get to act that way. You do not get to treat retail employees like they're scum, and you are not going to get your way by throwing a tantrum.
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A cop car (or ambulance, there's some dissent) just drove down our street doing "Shave and a haircut" on its siren!
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I was vacuuming our couch a few minutes ago. It's not fully clean yet, mind you, but I am not currently able to finish that task.

After about five minutes of work, the thermal regulator on the vacuum tripped, and now it won't turn on until it cools down.

What IS it with electrical devices in this place this week???
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I am typing this post from my mother's desktop.

Why's that?

Rich's laptop up and died out of nowhere yesterday, and his desktop seems to have been zapped as well.

The laptop refused to wake up from sleep mode. After trying several options, the tech at Microcenter sent it off to be repaired. Luckily, Rich purchased their extra platinum warranty when he got the lappy so any repairs will cost us nothing. They've got excellent service and prices; we're not going to buy computers anywhere else ever again!

I also purchased a new power supply for my desktop. I'm not entirely certain that I got the right kind, since the young man I tried to get to help me didn't seem too bright and wanted to sell me something that cost more than what I had found. If I did, in fact, acquire the proper equipment, barring any other disasters, we *should* have my desktop up and running by this evening.

I hope.

If any of you have an in with any sort of Universal Powers, could you please ask them nicely to stop fucking with me? That would be swell.
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My Grandpa is in the hospital. He went in Thursday because he's been having shortness of breath. Mom and I found out Friday afternoon. Grandma called Dad Friday morning, Dad texted Mom, Mom texted me, and eventually called Aunt Patti. It wasn't a very serious thing, so Grandma didn't want anyone to panic. I think we've gotten her to agree that from now on when someone is going to the hospital, everyone gets notified, and we've agreed not to panic.

ANYWAY.

Turns out Grandpa's been having tachycardia for a while now. They've got him on steroids, and today they're doing an angiogram followed by a cardiac ablation. (Although if you ask Grandpa, he insists that he is having an oblation, which is pretty funny.)

The steroids made him feel MUCH better, and well...a little excitable. He got it in his head that since he was feeling better he didn't need to have the procedure. They were transferring him to the hospital with the cardiac center via ambulance this morning, and yesterday he was very insistant that he should be allowed to bring his cellphone with him. Just in case.

This is my grandpa. This is my grandpa on drugs. Any questions?

In a completely unrelated incident, it seems as though a Yellow Crowned Night Heron has taken up residence in the yard next door to my parents' house.

We're confused as to WHY he's in a suburban back yard at least a mile away from his natural habitat. I watched him hunt for a while yesterday, and he doesn't seem to be sick or injured. Thing is, from what Mom and I found on the interwebs they like to eat shellfish, and I'm fairly certain that the neighbor's yard doesn't have very many of those lying about.

That particular type of heron is a protected species in New York, so we're not really sure what, if anything, we should do about this. I suppose we'll wait and see if he hangs around for a while, then figure something out.
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A few months ago, I posted about the boy who became a father at 13 years of age.

Apparently, he's not the daddy.

I am unsurprised, but still weirded out.
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I heard a story on the radio this morning about a "tea party" they're trying to hold in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

Apparently, some people there are upset about the increase in sales tax, so they wanted to dump tea into the Cedar River, Boston-style. The morning DJ's were telling this story because those people in Cedar Rapids were told that they could not, in fact, dump tea into the river without a permit since it's considered a pollutant. Instead, they will be dumping water from buckets labeled "tea."

The DJ's were pointing out how stupid THAT was. I'm baffled by it for another reason.

The Boston Tea Party was in protest of taxation...without representation. Last I heard, we had fixed that problem over two hundred years ago.

In my opinion, these people are marring the memory and spirit of the original event. This article explains that "...[This]group opposes a 1-cent local option sales tax to go before voters Tuesday. The tax would bring in an estimated $17 million to $18 million a year for the city for five years, with 90 percent going to housing assistance, including buyouts, for hundreds of people whose houses were destroyed in the June 2008 floods."

What the hell is so unjust about that? The good people of Cedar Rapids elected the officials who are proposing this tax. It's not anything like the American colonists and King George III. The colonists had no say in that situation at all; no one was speaking for them in England. Duly elected officials discussing a small tax designed to help the people they were elected by is nothing worth protesting.

This is stupid on so many levels it makes my brain hurt.
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Boy becomes father at thirteen.

I have no idea what to say about this.

Chiming in

Feb. 13th, 2009 10:14 am
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I'm sure you've all heard about Nadya Suleman, the woman in Californa who recently gave birth to octuplets.

She already had six children, and no job. Her mother told her that once she comes home from the hospital, Grandma won't be around to help any more.

Now, she's set up a website so people can send her donations.

That's right folks. She had six kids she couldn't afford to feed already when she made the decision to go to a fertility clinic and have a few more. Now, she wants the rest of us to foot the bill.

Sounds to me like this woman is running a scam, and she's using her children to do it. To me, that is absolutely despicable.

Granted, she may need mental help. There have been reports of her being obsessed with Angelina Jolie to the point where she had plastic surgery to make herself look like the actress. She claims that all she ever wanted was lots of children, and she certainly has them now.

Personally, I think those kids should be put up for adoption. It's irresponsible to intentionally have that many children when you know you can't afford the ones you already have. There are plenty of people who are completely unable to have children of their own who would love to care for those babies.

This is an extreme case, of course. I'm not saying that poor people shouldn't be allowed to have kids, but when you already have several children, no job, and very little support, I really don't think you should be allowed to intentionally force yourself to have more.

Nadya Suleman should be made to take responsibility for her actions. She didn't get pregnant by accident for ANY of her fourteen children. They were all a choice she made, and now she needs to figure out how to deal with it. No one else was involved in that decision, and therefore should not be asked to pay for it.
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I just had the most horrific "customer service" experience in my life, and I would like to share it with you all.

My mother and I decided to go to Woodbury Commons in Central Valley, New York, to do some shopping today. We were having a quite lovely day, until we went into the L'Eggs/Hanes/Bali/Playtex outlet.

That was the end of that.

Rich needed some new underwear, and I needed some stockings. I took a three-pack of men's boxer briefs off a rack labeled $8.99. All of the racks of this style underwear were labeled with that price. I picked out a packet of stockings, and went to pay for my items.

At the register, the underwear rang up $10.99. I pointed this out to the cashier, and she said that it was probably just a mistake. I paid for my purchase, went to the back of the store, and took the rack with the price label off of the wall. I brought this back up to the front of the store, and asked to speak to a manager.

The "manager," (more likely a supervisor of some sort,) came out, and I explained the situation. I showed her the rack, with two packs of underwear on it still, and told her that I had been charged an extra two dollars, and would like a refund of the difference.

That's when things got out of hand.

She told me that the $8.99 price was probably a mistake, and that the $10.99 price in the register was correct. They wouldn't refund my money.

I explained to her that it was their mistake, not mine, and that meant they were responsible for rectifying it. Still, she refused to refund my money. "It's just two dollars, it's not a big deal," she said.

At that point, I said to myself, "Fuck this shit. They're not getting any of my money." I told her I wanted to return my items, and I called to my mother to put her stuff down. When I explained to Mom why we wouldn't be shopping there anymore, she tossed her items over the counter.

The so-called "manager" interpreted this as my mother throwing the nice, soft, bags of pantyhose at her, and threatened to call security. Not wanting to cause more trouble, my mother left the store.

She was so busy trying to get the phone and call security, that she was taking forever to do my return. I kept saying, "Just give me my money back, and I'll go."

I shouted to the rest of the customers that they shouldn't shop there, as they don't honor their advertised prices.

This girl was terribly rude to me. I asked for her name, as none of the employees were wearing name tags, and she said, "I don't NEED to tell you my name." When I told her we wouldn't be shopping there any more, she said she didn't care; it wasn't going to affect her.

Oh, BOY, did she ever get that wrong!

I walked out of the store, sat down on a bench, pulled out my cell phone, and called the corporate number on my receipt. The girl on the phone was very helpful and apologetic, and said that a supervisor would be getting back to me.

When I receive that phone call, I am going to demand, in writing, an apology for the way I was treated, and a promise that they will honor their labeled prices from now on. I'm also tempted to ask that the employee in question be fired. No one talks to me that way and gets away with it.

They have one week. If I do not hear from them by then, I am calling the newspapers, the news stations, the Better Business Bureau, and anyone else who will listen. I will tell everyone I know to tell everyone they know to never shop there again. In my free time, I will go to Woodbury Commons and hand out fliers telling people not to shop there, with my story printed on them.

I will not let this stand.
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My desk has ants. This is not ok.

They were under AND on it. One of the guys from the shop came and sprinkled poison all over the floor beneath my desk, in the hopes that it will kill all of the little bastards. The girl who sits next to me had the same problem last week, and apparently they just relocated instead of dying slow and terrible little ant-y deaths like they should have.

I just hope they don't try to sneak home with me in my bags...

Bwuh?

Apr. 16th, 2007 12:49 pm
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Why the HELL would a grocery store not carry any alcohol??

I went to the A&P in Old Tappan on my lunch break, primarily to pick up beer for the chili I'm making tonight. I grabbed the two other little things I needed, and then I walked all over the store, looking for the freaking beer. Finally, I asked the woman at the information desk where it was. "Oh, we don't carry any alcohol." Of course, she's looking at me like I'm crazy already, because I don't look old enough to buy beer.

What the HELL?
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Hypothetically speaking, of course, if I were to start and actually post in a TMI filter, would you be

A. Scandalized
B. Interested
C. Grossed Out
D. Merely Curious
E. Indifferent
F. Other (Please specify)?

Not that I'm actually going to do this, I just want to know how people would react if I did.

WTF???

May. 11th, 2006 10:12 pm
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Argh! Random bits of me keep breaking out in itchy tonight, AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!!!

::scratches::

I must look like I have fleas...
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As I was leaving the cast party two weeks back, I saw something very strange. I was traversing the employee parking lot to get to my car, and a hearse pulled in and drove past me. That's right: a long, white, corpse mobile. It was amazingly creepy.

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