Right…. (said like the boss in OFFICE SPACE). About that….
I’ve got the oldies channel on and — alas — they got Mickey J on and he’s like, soooo NOT bad. Funny thing, when the song came on, I asked my husband “Oh! Is this Weird AL?” Thinking it was “I’m FAT!” Now that was a fun song! Hmmm.. MJ certainly has gone past the whole parody, hasn’t he? Maybe his comeback song should be “I’m Sad!” That’d work!
So yeah… anyway… here’s something funny. There was a lady who got all “Up in mah b’ness” (did I sound BAD or SAD there? Hmm, ok, I’ll stop). Anyway, she argued with me and the customer is always right and all that crapola but she was way wrong. But she was acting like a giant ass. So I said NICELY, “Ma’am, there’s no need to act like that and make a scene. People are staring at you.” I thought that’d embarrass her into shush-ville. But alas, she kept riding that nut-wave. Then she said, “I’m not an idiot” (Ahem, I sooo didn’t tell her she was. She just lost some a $3 object and couldn’t tell us where it went. We were going to just write it off — until she went mongo cuckoo on us). She starts hollering that we were treating her like she robbed the Bank of London (wow… aren’t there banks CLOSER to rob than that? Oh well, it’s her fantasy tirade, I’ll let her ride it) The kicker came when she lobbed a book at me (I hadn’t said one word since inhaled and started rattling off this whole spiel) and shouted, “I’m in MENSA!! Are YOU in Mensa?” to which I smiled and said, “As a matter of fact I am. What chapter do YOU belong to?” (I’m betting it’s in London). I thought her head was going to explode. Then she turned and stormed out. Oh well. That was fun. Weee! Nothing like having a MENSA meltdown in front of amazed customers.
Ah ok. So you want to know what’s up on the pubbing front, eh? Well, I queried a bunch of agents online and THEN after I did that, I found out from my pub’d friends that I’d totally done it all wrong. *sigh* But even doing it wrong, I got a request for a partial. YIPPEE! And I’ll be sending that off tomorrow (yes, I know it’s SUNDAY, but I can run it by and drop it in the mail chute. My armsies is too short to reach it and pull it back out once it goes down there.) I think that’s my best bet. Or I’ll probably keep tampering with it. BAH! Damn you perfectionist gene!!
So that’s all. I’ll be back soon with more exciting news (this is where you OOooh and AAaaah).
