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Day 12

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
19,177 / 50,000
(38.4%)


Much lurve for the pink bar. <3

Jess is sleepy. Jess should be asleep right now. She has to be at work for a store meeting in seven and one quarter hours.

Jess did not do much writing yesterday on account of being sleepy, but she got in slightly more than 1700 words today. She gets out of work even earlier tomorrow, so she should have even more time in which to attempt to catch up. She should be at 20,000 words today. Doh. At least she is only 823 words behind, as opposed to some people she has read about in nanowrimo, who are five thousand words behind or so. Yay.

Jess has the bestest new hoody sweatshirt at work. Fruit-based computer company is introducing a new Easy-Pay system, in which customers can purchase an item with an employee via credit card without having to wait on line. A manager chose certain employees to specialize in the Easy-Pay, and Jess was one of them. So now she gets to carry around a (Windows Mobile-based- the hell?) scanny thing with a credit card swipy. So once a customer purchases an item, they need a bag. In order to carry bags, a shirt needs to have nice big pouchy pockets. A shirt looks dumb with just a pouchy pocket and no hood. Ergo, the shirts for Easy-Pay people are big, nice, soft, comfy black hoodies. And Jess won't have to wear the (most likely) red holiday shirts while she's on Easy-Pay duty. Huzzah! *Jess snuggles her comfy sweatshirt*

Jess also had a very odd customer today. Her children were looking at the new iPods. Jess was working as the greeter, welcoming/bidding a fond farewell to all customers who passed through the doorway. As they passed Jess by on the way out, the mother pointed at Jess's name tag, which happens to have a picture of an iPod on it. The mother said, "Oh, look, isn't that neat!" and reached for Jess's name tag, which just happened to be located on Jess's chest. Jess panicked for a second, then held out her lanyard for the crazy lady to see. Jess's personal space bubble had been violently shattered, and once the crazy lady had exited the store, Jess went and complained pitifully to some of her coworkers.

The end.

Jess hopes you have enjoyed this post all in the third person. Nighty night.

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davitant
Nov. 13th, 2005 09:52 pm (UTC)
Please do not handle the employees at our store. Thank you; that is all.
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