Yesterday was a bit challenging at first. I’m not quite sure why.
Maybe it was having an extended long weekend, and then getting back to
it. Really, I think it was more everyone’s energy at the beginning of
the day was SO inside themselves. No one was willing to play with me. I
had to be customer service FACE all morning long, instead of playful me.
That thing usually doesn’t happen for me at work. Not often.
And it was busy as shit after the first lazy hour.
Until not one, but TWO fantastic finds came in. Oh happy day! This
first one, I MISSED, because it was surrounded by a pile of OTHER pigs
from a collection that came in. (Or part of a collection. I just KNOW
the lady who brought this in has a whole HOUSE full of pigs. )
I think it’s made of carved marble. Fucking Pigs. yeah buddeh. It was
pointed out by a regular custie, who I’ve begun to flirt mercilessly
with. WITHOUT MERCY! lol. He pointed this out, and I promptly whipped
out my camera to shoot pig porn. Aw yeah. It’s an orgy. You can tell.
Aaaaanyway, the second thing that made my day…
Just LOOK at him! Is he not FRIGGIN DELIGHTFUL? There’s a special place in my heart for dirty old men.
It’s in my pants.
Cackle.
Anyway, Maybe I should start referring to this customer who I flirt
with mercilessly as D.O.M. (For Dirty Old Man… don’t be a complete
moron. Follow along.) Although, he’s not really THAT dirty of a guy.
I’ve defiately met worse. (This is not a challege, by the way, to become
worse.)
When I showed him my new statue, he agreed with the sentiment wholeheartedly. With up and downy wiggly eyebrows and everything.
Life is fucking pigs. I mean, Good. Life is fucking Good.
Grace
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