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My Life Thus Far
2007-10-12 04:11:50 (UTC)

The Sacrifices We Make

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If I cannot forgive myself for all the blunders
That I have made over the years,
Then how can I proceed?
How can I ever dream perfection-dreams?
Move, I must, forward.
Fly, I must, upward.
Dive, I must, inward,
To be once more
What I truly am
And shall forever remain.

Sri Chinmoy

http://www.writespirit.net/inspirational_quotes

Waking up this morning was a little more than difficult. I
didn't go to bed until well after 2am last night. For some
reason, I felt the need to do laundry at midnight.
Whatever was wrong with the dryer, the vent, whatever,
doesn't seem to be a problem, because my new dryer was
drying clothes faster than the washer could wash them! I'm
such a dork. I actually sat and watched the washer and
dryer work, because they have see-through doors. That's
about as interesting as watching a cake bake through the
oven door, I know. But, I've never seen a front load
washer work before and it's completely different than how
a top loading washer works.

So, this morning it was a struggle getting out of bed.
But, I did it. After the fiasco I created on Tuesday with
Kiki's therapy, I was determined to be on time and not
late today. I succeeded, I'm happy to say. I did get some
slightly bad news at therapy, though. They want to put
Kiki back in one-on-one therapy because she still isn't
talking in class. I know she can talk, Snookums knows she
can talk, but she won't talk with her therapist or the
other children in class. That means she has to be there at
8:30am on Tuesdays now. I barely got her there on time at
9am. Oh, well. The sacrifices we make for our children.

I made a lady mad at work today :) I'll admit, by 4pm I
was feeling pretty bitchy. There's nothing I hate more
than dealing with people with complaints when I'm bitchy.
This older lady came in with her teenage daughter. They
didn't seem like they type that would shop at VS, but if
I've learned anything during my time in retail, it's that
you don't judge people based on how they look. I've had
the grungiest people drop hundreds of $ on bras and
panties that you wouldn't even think they had. But,
anyhow. The lady was a little...loopy to say the least.
She came up to me and said "I need help. I've got a
problem." Instantly, I'm turned off and all I want to do
is prove her wrong, but I stifle the urge, because it's
not fair to take my frustrations out on others. She
started complaining because the clasp in the center of her
daughter's adjustable cleavage bra came off. I asked her
how she was washing it. She admitted that she was putting
it in the washing machine. I told her that we don't
endorse putting the bras in the washing machine, because
the agitation and/or spin cycle can damage them. Her
contention was "well, I have a front load washer". I don't
know why people thing that just because they have a front
load machine they can put delicate stuff that specifically
says HAND WASH on the tag in it. No machine is as gentle
as the human hand. I didn't tell her, but I did spend 2
hours sitting in front of my own front load washer as it
spun the shit out of my clothes. That would be similar to
wringing it out by hand, which you aren't supposed to do
either. Anyhow. That wasn't what made her mad. She started
shuffling through the bras on the wall looking for a 38C
(which she wasn't) and I told her we didn't keep the 38C's
on the wall. They were only in the drawer. So, she told me
I made her feel fat and ugly, because I told her we don't
keep those sizes on the wall. I tried hard not to laugh at
her, but I couldn't hold it back. Her daughter apologized
to me and told me it wasn't anything I did. I really think
that lady was bi-polar or something. They high-tailed it
out of there after that. Melissa witnessed most of the
exchange and looked on with a look of horror on her face.
I just told her she better toughen up her skin if she's
going to make it through holiday. Stuff like that happens
all the time when the mall gets crowded.

Well, that's all I've got to share for now. Snookums
bought Knocked Up on DVD and even though I've seen in
before (with Ron), it's funny enough I don't mind seeing
it again. Ciao!




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