HI WELCOME TO CAMMY'S JOURNAL CAN I HELP YOU WELL I'LL JUST BE OVER HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING.

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• Here's a thing I like about Georgia: it makes an effort to stay on schedule, weather-wise. It's been hottish and wettish for the past few days, but tomorrow and Thursday are going to be cool and sunny, my favorite weatherly combination. Right on time!



• This has been the Week of Breaking Things at our house, apparently. In addition to the toilet (me), we have broken a blue dragonfly decorative bowl (Rachel), a computer hard drive (me, sort of), a glass (Olive), and I almost forgot the packet of six (6) chandelier bulbs sitting on the counter which Olive ground into powder with her fat, high-stepping little body. We also managed to knock an iron fireplace cover on top of ourselves (Flannery), but nothing was broken, fireplace-wise or dog-wise. Ahahahaahaa, and I just heard a crash in the kitchen and went to investigate, but it was only Olive knocking a fork on the floor. Note to self: everything sounds like it's breaking when it hits a ceramic tile floor.



• Those of you who're unfortunate enough to have worked retail in the past few years will know the six-foot rule, but for those who don't, it's a rule (dreaded by employees and customers alike) many places follow: you greet every customer who comes within six feet of you. Since this rule completely weirds me out when I'm the one being greeted (picture a maniacal teen at Old Navy hollering HI WELCOME TO OLD NAVY at you before you're fully inside the store) I tend to follow it only when I make eye contact with customers at the bookstore, and my coworkers admit they do something similar. Today, however, I saw the most awesome manifestation of the six-foot rule it has ever been my privilege to witness; I went into a boutique, the kind where you can see everything in the store from the cash register, was greeted by every employee as I made my way through to the back, and sometimes, if I happened to infringe upon someone's six-foot radius, I was greeted twice or even three times. Those shopclerks were trained, man. They were a well-oiled greeting machine.
  
  They had a truly glorious pair of shoes, though, beautiful and comfortable, so I've forgiven them.



• Confidential to Dahlia: I signed on just in time to see you sign off. :'(



• No one has spoken like a pirate to me all day long. But the fact that the little livejournal head-icons (what on earth do you call those things?) all have tiny little eye patches makes up for this a bit.

Comments

re: the 6-foot rule

[leestone.livejournal.com]

The nice thing about Sbux morning regulars is that...well, they're regular. REALLY regular. So instead of generic greetings issued to random strangers, we get to hail the same people (most of whom know our names, as well) every day. Among my weekly rotation:

"Jerry, you are a vision in madras."
"Uh-oh! Here comes trouble!"
"One roofie frappuccino, coming right up."
"There she is, my favorite customer." (This one to be repeated to the next three customers in line, within earshot of the others.)

I also enjoy collecting completed applications from prospective partners. If they're cute I like to leer at them and say, before they can even hand me the papers, "You're hired."

It's not very subtle, but neither is our corporation. :|

Re: the 6-foot rule

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I've always wanted to utter the words "you are a vision in ______" to someone! I think I shall say it as soon as ever I can, regardless of whether or not I know the person. Maybe if I practice being all transported and starry-eyed, a la Anne Shirley, I won't seem sarcastic. :-?

Re: the 6-foot rule

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

My grandfather used to tip his hat and tell Next Door Jan that she was a "vision of loveliness" every time he caught sight of her skulking around in her ragged, spattered, baggy paintin' clothes. When he passed on and we moved in, she requested that Dennis and I carry on the tradition, so we do. :)

[tofty.livejournal.com]

Ahahahahahahaa, I'm glad to hear it! Next Door Jan sounds like a neighbor worth having, which is only fair, since of course you are too. :D

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

Ah, a breaking-things binge! Here's hoping it's nearly over. At least no one need feel left out, though, since nearly every creature in your household has contributed.

I've never heard of this 6-foot rule! I guess I left retail before it was invented.

What kind of shoes did you get?

[tofty.livejournal.com]

It's true! Only Leory hasn't broken something, and since he broke into the trash today and obligingly strew (is that a word?) it across the floor, even he isn't quite guiltless.

OMG. The six-foot rule is purgatorial, as in, every time I force myself to greet someone who is absolutely determined that I shall not help them no matter what, I feel that I've earned a thousand years off my sentence in purgatory, if, of course, purgatory still exists. Which if it doesn't exist where did it go?!, which is a question asked by bewildered Catholic children the world over.

But I digress. The shoes are a pair of brown leather round-toed kitten-heeled (but the wide kind of kitten heel, rather than the narrow kind upon which I stagger like a closing-time drunk) velveteen-trimmed Mary Janes. And they were ultra-cheap too! I forgot to mention that! Gotta love a shoe clearance.

[dahlia-777.livejournal.com]

Oh. Shame. :/ I've gone back to work this week but I'm still struggling a bit.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

I'm really sorry I missed you, sweetie. Next time you log on, you will see a series of hey-are-you-there-oh-no-you-are signing-off messages from me.

I'm even sorrier you're still on shaky ground, health-wise. :/ I hope that being back at work isn't straining you too much.

Barnes & Noble had me at "hello".

[21stcenturysei.livejournal.com]

Oh my heavens, the six foot rule. I still follow it, even when I'm a customer. I mean, like, I'm at H&M, and I see a random employee walking about, minding their own business, and I smile and greet them, and, oh dear, it throws them off balance. This is the problem with conditioned behaviors. You can't shake them for anything.