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So I bought stuff today. A LOT of stuff. I spent a lot of money that wasn't mine (or at least didn't come directly out of my personal checking account). I think I got about $600 worth of CG's for the company Christmas party and 10 'girly gifts' per Nolan's request. I suppose the wives aren't being fairly represented by all of the other gift certificates. I have more to do tomorrow, but look at what I bought for me:
This is the style of the dress I bought, but mine's black silk with dark bronze swirls. Too freaking cute. I'm not a blonde, though. Or that skinny. *sigh*
And I got these shoes. Black velvet open toed pumps. I love them to itty bitty pieces.
So I will be all kinds of cute at the company Christmas Party. Where no one will sit with us, because no one likes the boss. *sigh* Luckily, I have other friends, and there are major perks to sleeping with the boss. *wink*
So I'm at the mall today trying on that dress, and I couldn't get it zipped by myself. I sigh heavily, and go out of the dressing room to find a salesgirl to help me out, and while she was zipping me, popping her gum and rolling her eyes, this little old woman (like in her 70's) comes out of the dressing room in this truly hideous jacket. That's she's trying on. I give the three-way mirror a glance, decide the dress is for me, (Because I'm a purchaser, not a shopper) and head back to put my clothes back on. The woman smiles at me and tells me that the dress is pretty, and pleasantries are exchanged, blah, blah. Anyway, she asks me what I think of her jacket, ( she was singing in a Christmas pageant, and had to have a jacket tonight) and I panicked a little, because, truly, if she was my grandma, I would've ripped it off her and stomped on it, and maybe, maybe set it on fire. It was that bad.
I said something innocuous, I honestly don't remember what... I didn't lie, but I wasn't exactly truthful, either, because that would've sounded something like, "No. Exactly how many turkeys were destroyed to make that jacket?" Anyhow, I get dressed and come back out of the dressing room, and the little old lady is standing there, looking helplessly at all these jackets. The salesgirl (who by now has put on her ipod and is texting someone) is obviously going to be of no help to this woman, so I sigh and go over to her. I helped her picked out four jackets that would go well with her coloring, and she went in to try them on. I went to buy the dress, nearly beheaded the salesgirl (she would have totally never seen it coming) and in the mean time, the little old lady comes out of the dressing room and shows me her stuff. After my transaction, I went back over to help the little old lady (who's name was Audrey, btw) make her final decision, and she started crying a little, and told me that her daughter and grand-daughter hadn't had time to come and shop with her today, and that me taking time out of my day meant a lot to her.
And then she hugged me.
So I almost started crying in the middle of Dillard's, which, you know, is really SO not my style.
And then I remembered that not all people are giant throbbing asses, and that I shouldn't want to be one myself, either.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
This is the style of the dress I bought, but mine's black silk with dark bronze swirls. Too freaking cute. I'm not a blonde, though. Or that skinny. *sigh*
And I got these shoes. Black velvet open toed pumps. I love them to itty bitty pieces.
So I will be all kinds of cute at the company Christmas Party. Where no one will sit with us, because no one likes the boss. *sigh* Luckily, I have other friends, and there are major perks to sleeping with the boss. *wink*
So I'm at the mall today trying on that dress, and I couldn't get it zipped by myself. I sigh heavily, and go out of the dressing room to find a salesgirl to help me out, and while she was zipping me, popping her gum and rolling her eyes, this little old woman (like in her 70's) comes out of the dressing room in this truly hideous jacket. That's she's trying on. I give the three-way mirror a glance, decide the dress is for me, (Because I'm a purchaser, not a shopper) and head back to put my clothes back on. The woman smiles at me and tells me that the dress is pretty, and pleasantries are exchanged, blah, blah. Anyway, she asks me what I think of her jacket, ( she was singing in a Christmas pageant, and had to have a jacket tonight) and I panicked a little, because, truly, if she was my grandma, I would've ripped it off her and stomped on it, and maybe, maybe set it on fire. It was that bad.
I said something innocuous, I honestly don't remember what... I didn't lie, but I wasn't exactly truthful, either, because that would've sounded something like, "No. Exactly how many turkeys were destroyed to make that jacket?" Anyhow, I get dressed and come back out of the dressing room, and the little old lady is standing there, looking helplessly at all these jackets. The salesgirl (who by now has put on her ipod and is texting someone) is obviously going to be of no help to this woman, so I sigh and go over to her. I helped her picked out four jackets that would go well with her coloring, and she went in to try them on. I went to buy the dress, nearly beheaded the salesgirl (she would have totally never seen it coming) and in the mean time, the little old lady comes out of the dressing room and shows me her stuff. After my transaction, I went back over to help the little old lady (who's name was Audrey, btw) make her final decision, and she started crying a little, and told me that her daughter and grand-daughter hadn't had time to come and shop with her today, and that me taking time out of my day meant a lot to her.
And then she hugged me.
So I almost started crying in the middle of Dillard's, which, you know, is really SO not my style.
And then I remembered that not all people are giant throbbing asses, and that I shouldn't want to be one myself, either.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
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Gosh, this sounds so horrible, but old people who are alone make so so sad!
You're a wonderful person for helping her. Really. :)
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But she was sweet. I hope people are nice to me when I'm old... which is gonna be in say, five years or so. ;P
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How sweet of you *hugs*
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And I see that comment about being old in five years. *raises a brow* I'm the same age as you, and I don't intend to be old for quite some time. Thankyouverymuch!
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I was reading your story and was like, "help her! Help her!"
I like you a heck of a lot more now (not that I didn't like you before, but .... whatever. You get it).
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It was a dichotomy; I wanted to help the little old lady, and throttle the salesgirl. The karma might even out. :)
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You are such an angel....that was good karma rolled in caramel, dipped in chocolate, and dotted with holiday sprinkles. What a wonderful thing you did for her today. Thanks for sharing that story, it totally got me in the real Christmas spirit.
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It got me in the Christmas spirit, too, and I didn't think that was possible.
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You know, I'm all about being an equal opportunity bitch, but I tend to be rather forgiving of and protective of the elderly. It really pisses me off when people aren't good to them, so GOOD FOR YOU for stepping up today. Good God work, good Karma, what have you. Just think...now you can flip like three people off in traffic and feel justified!
In other good news, I received a beautiful new Katie Melua CD in the mail courtesy of velvetcherri as a direct result of my Christmas wish list that I would not have done were it not for you. It was truly a gift and truly a surprise (I expected cheap burned disks like the one I made for you). I'm not spending money on ME this month for obvious reasons and music eats up so much of my funds...it was just wonderful, wonderful to get the CD and be exposed to new sounds and everything.
Plus, it's nice to feel liked/loved/appreciated. So look...you sewed more good seeds this week. Get on with your bad self.
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Yay for presents! I'm going shopping again, tomorrow... it never ends this time of year. But at least I'm in a better mood about it.
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Also: What does Nolan do?
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[snerks]
Sorry... I'm a little punchy.
Actually, electrical work and Theatre Arts go together like peas and carrots. Especially when you have to McGyver a mike pigtail on short notice, or have to McGyver a new fuse to use on your spotlight while your gopher goes to the hardware store for the real one...
Ah... Good times...
Nowadays, I mainly just roadie for the local Symphony Orchestra. I don't have to mess with the sound boards, or the spotlights.
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Yeah...
Nolan worked in the industry for a bit before deciding that no real money could be made... he was master carpenter for the Dallas Shakespeare festival for a few seasons, and worked for Southwest Studios for a bit, where his biggest claim to fame was building a set for "Barney." (Yikes and Ick.)
Conversely, I work better when no power tools are anywhere near me... I once stapled my finger to an ottoman I was recovering (with a pneumatic staple gun) in the scene shop at UTA. The work study pulled it out for me with his Leatherman.
Ah, college. Good times.
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Anyway -- you're adorable. *smooches*
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So sorry you woke Jay! Eeek!
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Dress is pretty (I want to see it on you) and I'm dying for those shoes. I have pumps like those, but they're plain black leather, no bow. Can you get Ethan to take a picture of you and Nolan before the party? Pretty please?
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Not very.
Can you get Ethan to take a picture of you and Nolan before the party?
I'll see what I can do. ;)
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