24/12/10

madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
I am no sort of Christian, but I have a fondness for the trappings of Christmas that borders on the maudlin; my passion for Christmas carols is only exceeded by my loathing for "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer." And every year I boot up the computer to watch Norad track Santa. And every year I get teary, listening to members of the Armed Services give little updates on where the Big Man is at that moment. Why? I dunno.

Did you know that Santa flies at 100x the speed of the Japanese bullet train?

It's 7:24 here, and I have miles to go (and potential sororal meltdowns to referee) before I sleep. But not as many miles as Santa. For those who are celebrating tomorrow, may it be a warm, peaceful, delicious day with more laughter than tears; for those who aren't, I wish you the same.
madrobins: It's a meatloaf.  Dressed up like a bunny.  (Default)
When you have a customer who reserves a very expensive piece of meat a week in advance (with time of pickup given), and you have sent said customer two reminders via e-mail, and called her to make sure she knows that the store is closing at six tonight, don't you think it would be a good idea to have the very expensive piece of meat ready when the customer comes? Don't you think that being able to find the order on a list would be a good idea? And that taking advantage of the slipup to sell a larger piece of meat than was ordered is a bad idea?

I thought not.