I am starting to hate this city.
The equipment being used by the workers to remodel the shop got stolen overnight. Of course it's too early for my security system to be put in. They still have not captured the hellions from Christmas, and the police are reasonably sure it's the same group from the first time.
You have got to be kidding me. I do not have the time or patience for this.
The equipment being used by the workers to remodel the shop got stolen overnight. Of course it's too early for my security system to be put in. They still have not captured the hellions from Christmas, and the police are reasonably sure it's the same group from the first time.
You have got to be kidding me. I do not have the time or patience for this.
I was very pissed offunhappy to receive a phone call this morning from the police department, telling me that my shop had been heavily vandalized.
Eos--the spa is fine, darling. Not having a gigantic picture window, being upstairs and securing a heavily locked door when it is not in use is a blessing. My display cases are destroyed, the walls and floors covered in various chocolates and baking goods--we'll not discuss the obscenities spray painted. My kitchen utensils have been trashed. The cash register was mutilated in the search for money that was not there, and though it seems they attempted to disengage the safe, it's held up.
I was heavily under the impression that the neighborhood in which my shop and many others rest is a fantastic one. My neighboring shop owners have been more than kind. The police suspect they were definitely aiming for my shop in particular, seeing as no one else was touched. The insurance company is sending out an estimator tomorrow.
I do not know what I should do. Close up and move it elsewhere or try again with better security measures in place.
These mortal holidays might make me a lot of money, but they also make so many of these mortals lose their minds. Why would anyone do such a thing during the one night of the year where they say you shouldn't? Of course, it doesn't matter if it were last night or in the middle of July.
I feel terrible for my employees. I have to figure out something.
Eos--the spa is fine, darling. Not having a gigantic picture window, being upstairs and securing a heavily locked door when it is not in use is a blessing. My display cases are destroyed, the walls and floors covered in various chocolates and baking goods--we'll not discuss the obscenities spray painted. My kitchen utensils have been trashed. The cash register was mutilated in the search for money that was not there, and though it seems they attempted to disengage the safe, it's held up.
I was heavily under the impression that the neighborhood in which my shop and many others rest is a fantastic one. My neighboring shop owners have been more than kind. The police suspect they were definitely aiming for my shop in particular, seeing as no one else was touched. The insurance company is sending out an estimator tomorrow.
I do not know what I should do. Close up and move it elsewhere or try again with better security measures in place.
These mortal holidays might make me a lot of money, but they also make so many of these mortals lose their minds. Why would anyone do such a thing during the one night of the year where they say you shouldn't? Of course, it doesn't matter if it were last night or in the middle of July.
I feel terrible for my employees. I have to figure out something.
Snow is ... interesting. I'd rather I didn't have to walk in it and nearly break my neck while falling rather ungracefully in front of Macy's. It's amazing how sympathetic some people are in this town as opposed to the ones who simply step over you.
A sprained wrist does not for a joyful day make, nor a pleasant working environment or any task that requires more than one hand. I am, unfortunately, left-handed, which is the arm I went down on. At least I now know how to watch my step for the future. I knew it could be treacherous--I just wasn't aware there was a talent to keeping upright.
A sprained wrist does not for a joyful day make, nor a pleasant working environment or any task that requires more than one hand. I am, unfortunately, left-handed, which is the arm I went down on. At least I now know how to watch my step for the future. I knew it could be treacherous--I just wasn't aware there was a talent to keeping upright.
You know. I love my little shop. I generally love my customers as well.
What I hate are the people who really believe they're more important than the other people standing in line enough to shove through and demand to be waited on because they "don't want to stand in this line! I'm very busy! I don't know why I came here! It's a dump and the chocolate is shit!"
Well, ma'am. So are you. Either get in the line or get out of my store. No one made you come here. I hope you never do this to the wrong individual in the wrong place at the right time. They may not be as kind.
What I hate are the people who really believe they're more important than the other people standing in line enough to shove through and demand to be waited on because they "don't want to stand in this line! I'm very busy! I don't know why I came here! It's a dump and the chocolate is shit!"
Well, ma'am. So are you. Either get in the line or get out of my store. No one made you come here. I hope you never do this to the wrong individual in the wrong place at the right time. They may not be as kind.
I keep seeing my sister. Always severely jealous of me, though I never understood quite why.
She never believed Zeus had been my lover before--I had told her when she asked who I had been spending my time with. Even now she calls me a liar and a whore for attention.
They make medication for this these days, do they not? Seeing things that are not there? The wine is glorious, I assure you, but she seems to get angrier the more I have.
She never believed Zeus had been my lover before--I had told her when she asked who I had been spending my time with. Even now she calls me a liar and a whore for attention.
They make medication for this these days, do they not? Seeing things that are not there? The wine is glorious, I assure you, but she seems to get angrier the more I have.
I think that we all need to have a party. Isn't there a mortal holiday coming up that gives us an excuse to have one? Having wine alone is getting rather old and I am starting to feel that way.
[Filter:Eos]
Darling, are you going to hire someone to help you upstairs? I've got many people asking about your services and I am not sure you'd be able to fit them all in on your own. I do know I'm going to have to hire a couple of someones--I'm getting ridiculous orders for this Christmas coming up in December.
[Filter:Eos]
Darling, are you going to hire someone to help you upstairs? I've got many people asking about your services and I am not sure you'd be able to fit them all in on your own. I do know I'm going to have to hire a couple of someones--I'm getting ridiculous orders for this Christmas coming up in December.
I... am exhausted. I ruined not one, but two batches of chocolate because I actually fell asleep standing up and overcooked it.
Who falls asleep standing upright without actually falling down?
I'm either investing in silencing headphones or going to smother myself. I suspect either one would be equally satisfying.
Who falls asleep standing upright without actually falling down?
I'm either investing in silencing headphones or going to smother myself. I suspect either one would be equally satisfying.
9/6 [Voice]
Sep. 6th, 2010 10:21 pm[She's less than enthused, to put it mildly...]
Oh, this is just perfect! Can't get in to get out of my work clothes. Can't get in to pee. I'm going to end up urinating in the fucking hallway!!!
Where is everybody? No, you know... never mind. I'll find my own way downstairs. Unbelievable. Doesn't this place have backup generators like most of the city seems to? So that people can't come in to kill us?
[She drops her phone, causing it to hang up]
Oh, this is just perfect! Can't get in to get out of my work clothes. Can't get in to pee. I'm going to end up urinating in the fucking hallway!!!
Where is everybody? No, you know... never mind. I'll find my own way downstairs. Unbelievable. Doesn't this place have backup generators like most of the city seems to? So that people can't come in to kill us?
[She drops her phone, causing it to hang up]
I took down a shoplifter this afternoon at the mall. People seemed amazed--and really, for a big guy, he was pretty weak. Loss prevention offered me a job (which I did not take) and two men and a woman gave me their phone numbers.
What was he stealing? Women's panties. I saw him shove them down the front of his trousers.
I need a drink.
What was he stealing? Women's panties. I saw him shove them down the front of his trousers.
I need a drink.
8/6 [Video]
Aug. 6th, 2010 12:34 am[Semele has been taking belly dancing classes and a few modern dance to boot as of late. The instructor has asked the students to video themselves dancing to "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira so that the entire class can watch, critique and work together.
Semele is happy to do this. It would have been helpful, however, if she had first disconnected her camera from her computer, which is running the music. Dressed in a blue belly-baring shirt and a longer white ruffly skirt, Semele dances her heart out, oblivious to her technological flub, stopping from time to time to fix things she realizes aren't quite right with her performance. The results aren't ridiculous, surprisingly enough. She has a genuine rhythm that works for her, even as a beginner--her movements are quite fluid. With more practice, it might even be considered beautiful and sexy.
After several minutes, Semele takes a look at her watch, appears annoyed with the time and pads over barefoot to her camera, cutting the feed.]
Semele is happy to do this. It would have been helpful, however, if she had first disconnected her camera from her computer, which is running the music. Dressed in a blue belly-baring shirt and a longer white ruffly skirt, Semele dances her heart out, oblivious to her technological flub, stopping from time to time to fix things she realizes aren't quite right with her performance. The results aren't ridiculous, surprisingly enough. She has a genuine rhythm that works for her, even as a beginner--her movements are quite fluid. With more practice, it might even be considered beautiful and sexy.
After several minutes, Semele takes a look at her watch, appears annoyed with the time and pads over barefoot to her camera, cutting the feed.]
So, I admit I'm borrowing this idea from Philotes (she is a lovely dear!), but should any of you be in the area of my shop today, do stop in for a free small assortment of chocolates! I'll also be giving them out to other customers--pick any six!
For those unable to make it, do let me know and I'll bring a bag back to the complex for you!
Please note: If you have a food or nut allergy, please let me know!
For those unable to make it, do let me know and I'll bring a bag back to the complex for you!
Please note: If you have a food or nut allergy, please let me know!