Sunday, December 19, 2004
Tonight at work I started to talk like Vito Coleoene, the Godfather. It wasn't because I wanted to, at least not at first. I woke up this morning with a scratchy throat. It went as the day progressed, but when I got to work and after talking to customers for a few hours I started to get the scratchy feeling again and I could hear my voice starting to waver. So I made it a bit more airated and whispered a bit. That made my throat feel better. So I continued doing it the rest of the evening. The longer I did it the more "Godfather-esque" I started to sound. It was great fun.
I bought some Christmas cards today. Buying Christmas cards is always a big deal for me. This may sound funny, but I have a phobia of mailing cards. I know, get the white jacketed folks, quick, but its a weird thing. Now that I have bought the cards I will fill them out, address them. The trick is to get them stamped. Stamping them means I really have to send them. And in the back of my mind, no matter how silly the front part of my mind says it is, there is a little voice that says "they're" (not sure who THEY are, by the way) "are going to read these. They're watching you, right now..." But I've bought the cards. I'll mail them Monday. I must. It is essential.
For the Saturday before Christmas I thought it was actually quite slow this evening. We still did very well in sales, but I thought it would be busier, I'm not complaining per se, but well... maybe I am.
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Merry Christmas K
leave the gun, take the canoli
yeah christmas cards freak me out too. did you get mine?
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