Dear Victoria's Secret Employee-in-Training,
I know you're new here. So let me explain something.
I visit your store at least once a month. I also work a desk job where I can spend a lot of time on the VS website. And you look about 18, which means that I've been a faithful customer of your company since you were in kindergarten. So I don't really need a lot of assistance from you.
What I do need is for you to listen to me when I smile, appreciative of the polite acknowledgment that you gave me when I walked in the door, and say, "No thanks - I'm just looking." Just step back, let me do my thing, and keep an eye out for when I do find something so that you can swoop in like a superhero and do that whisk-everything-I'm-holding-away-to-
to-be-bothered-carrying-it thing that I love so much.
What I do NOT need is for you to help me find the style or size I want. I have so much VS underwear at home that I could probably go two months and never wear the same pair twice. I know the company and the product - I know what I like, and I know what fits. Do not - I repeat - DO NOT look me up and down, raise one eyebrow, and say, "Maybe we should try a different size."
Unless, of course, by "different size" you mean a smaller one. Because, although I will politely decline the suggestion and buy the size that I know actually fits, I must confess that, when I am in the mood to spend money, kissing my ass will get you everywhere. That small dose of flattery, empty as you and I know it to be, can really up your commission.
But right now, I wouldn't so much as buy lip gloss from you, thanks to your lackluster customer service. So here's hoping that you've learned your lesson. Maybe next month you'll do better.
*sheepish look; shuffling feet*
I'm here. I have neglected the returning of phone calls, canceled dinner plans, and generally been a royal flake. This semester is kicking my ass.
As far as lj goes, I've been lurking sporadically, but I've not really had much to say. I did take a break from running around like a chicken with its head cut off to go to the arts and jazz festival this weekend, where I bought a really nifty hair ornament (ornament for the hair, not made of hair - just wanted to clarify), I stood in line for an eternity to wait for fried pickles, I listened to Brave Combo, and it was decided that I need to marry a man who dances. I can accept that.
My last Tuesday/Thursday class met yesterday. I know that I still have to meet for finals and finish grades, but the end-of-school euphoria (and subsequent impending slothdom) is already setting in. I have never been so ready for summer in my life.
Yay House! As much as I love that show, I just don't have anything to say about it usually.( Gilmore Girls, on the other hand... )
Not quite sure how I feel about this...but ok.
Which Western feminist icon are you?
You are Angela Davis! You were the THIRD WOMYN IN HISTORY to appear on the FBI's Most Wanted List. You are a communinist, black power-lovin' lady who shook up the United States when you refused to lie down quietly to oppression. You WENT TO JAIL! Wow. You kick so much more ass than Foxxy Brown.
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Um....that is all.