Bad Pedi
Thursday, Tom and I got pedicures. He had a lovely female nail technician, while I had a young man they summoned from the back room. He had really long bangs, like this.
Ya, that’s him! Go ahead and picture him giving me a pedicure.
He really did a fine job, until the end. That’s when they add cute flowers & rhinestones. His design stunk. One flower plus a big chunky, silver swoosh. I didn’t say anything, but I painted over it when I got home.
That’s not the actual chunky, silvery swoosh. I attempted to recreate it.
Do I talk about my feet too much?
Did You Just Insult Me?
So I’ve been dealing with a salesman from Canada. Let’s picture him as that cute guy that sings in the credit report commercials. He’s from Canada.
I signed a contract for the creation of our virtual magazine, and was trying to get it designed, up and running by June 1st. Time was running out, and I was starting to panic. The salesman, Grant, wanted to light a fire under the Production team, so he asked me to write him a nasty email. Get really angry at me, he told me.
So I fired off an angry email, and then fired off a 2nd one for good measure (after a glass of wine). The next morning, our website was complete! Grant phoned me and asked, Is that as angry as you get? Yes, that’s it. I wish you were my mother.
Aw, damn, I’ve graduated to the Mommy category.
Beauty
This morning I received an email from the beauty site, Sephora. They enticed me to visit their site with a pink button that said, Shop now, gorgeous! They know how to talk to me, unlike Canadian Grant.
I clicked, and was a bit surprised at one of the products they were recommending for me.
I mean, sure, I’ve put on a few pounds. Well, ok, I’ll try it. Wait! Do I eat it or rub it on??? Oh, and what exactly does it do?
Here’s another product they wanted to sell me.
Look, bub, if I had an extra set of hands… (do I really need to complete that sentence?)
I hope you’re all enjoying your weekend!
