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Tickety Tap Baby
Jul. 25th, 2005 04:37 pmLooking back I'd have to say that the Vodka was probably a bad Idea.
I really wanted someone to kill me this morning ( afternoon).
It started out that the show this weekend went very oddly. Bristol Renaissance Festival has never in its history as far as I know closed due to weather.. but Saturday the Tornado sirens blew and from what I gleaned the cops came to the site to let security know that we had to shut down ( this just after the rain broke ). It wasn't a huge storm but it was apparently enough. So.. off of work a couple of hours early. The shop had some decent sales that day.. nothing incredible except for one $600 bodypiece.
Then Sunday. The day of Crotch Pot Cooking.
Dear Gods I felt that I was going to end up a puddle with a couple of shoes floating in it. By 2pm we had sold less than $300 worth of stock. People were sent home early.
By 5pm I sold a $1000 outfit. Woot.
By 6pm another customer of mine had already bought $90 of piddly crap ( bracelets,anklets, etc).. when she wanted to try on a halter.
By 7pm she walked out with a $600 outfit. Oh my.
So yeah.. celebratory smokey treat for me. I don't make commission on sales .. and it doesn't really matter to me.. but it's nice when your bosses can make payroll AND it's a bit of a high knowing you can convince someone to drop over a grand on something that is frivilous. How I love Chainmail.
Oh yeah... the Vodka.
After long hot greuling day decided to watch a Belly Dancing show on the stage behind the booth. We have a balcony that overlooks the stage so I sat with a couple of good girly friends and starting drinking of the Vodka and Carrot Juice.
I honestly don't remember much after the 4th drink except for calling Grog and demanding that he bring me cigarrettes and Mac n Cheese.
He reminded me that he was about 2,000 miles away and would probably not be able to fulfill that request. Damn. Became very morose after that and then attempted to cook pasta. And drank more vodka. I don't remember much after that.
The pasta was surprisingly good though.
Now I have to attempt to make up for sleeping most of the day.
Must go shop for new cellphone and service as Sprint has decided that outsourcing to India was a marvy idea.. and because they've decided that I shouldn't have the ability to pay my bill over the phone or online. Sad sad monkey became angry Monkey. Switching providers now thankyouverymuch.
Ceasing with the hungover rambling.
I really wanted someone to kill me this morning ( afternoon).
It started out that the show this weekend went very oddly. Bristol Renaissance Festival has never in its history as far as I know closed due to weather.. but Saturday the Tornado sirens blew and from what I gleaned the cops came to the site to let security know that we had to shut down ( this just after the rain broke ). It wasn't a huge storm but it was apparently enough. So.. off of work a couple of hours early. The shop had some decent sales that day.. nothing incredible except for one $600 bodypiece.
Then Sunday. The day of Crotch Pot Cooking.
Dear Gods I felt that I was going to end up a puddle with a couple of shoes floating in it. By 2pm we had sold less than $300 worth of stock. People were sent home early.
By 5pm I sold a $1000 outfit. Woot.
By 6pm another customer of mine had already bought $90 of piddly crap ( bracelets,anklets, etc).. when she wanted to try on a halter.
By 7pm she walked out with a $600 outfit. Oh my.
So yeah.. celebratory smokey treat for me. I don't make commission on sales .. and it doesn't really matter to me.. but it's nice when your bosses can make payroll AND it's a bit of a high knowing you can convince someone to drop over a grand on something that is frivilous. How I love Chainmail.
Oh yeah... the Vodka.
After long hot greuling day decided to watch a Belly Dancing show on the stage behind the booth. We have a balcony that overlooks the stage so I sat with a couple of good girly friends and starting drinking of the Vodka and Carrot Juice.
I honestly don't remember much after the 4th drink except for calling Grog and demanding that he bring me cigarrettes and Mac n Cheese.
He reminded me that he was about 2,000 miles away and would probably not be able to fulfill that request. Damn. Became very morose after that and then attempted to cook pasta. And drank more vodka. I don't remember much after that.
The pasta was surprisingly good though.
Now I have to attempt to make up for sleeping most of the day.
Must go shop for new cellphone and service as Sprint has decided that outsourcing to India was a marvy idea.. and because they've decided that I shouldn't have the ability to pay my bill over the phone or online. Sad sad monkey became angry Monkey. Switching providers now thankyouverymuch.
Ceasing with the hungover rambling.
