...but then I went shopping. Gwen Stefani TORTURING "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" just about lost Lane Bryant a customer. Please SPARE me. And now my ultimate LEAST favorite X-mas song ever -- "Christmas in Kilarny" aaaaaaaaagh!!!!!
I can't take much more of this. Dear folks who run/own retail establishments: your customers and your employees do NOT want to listen to this crap over and over and over again. Please show mercy.
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P.S. Only one assignment remains and then I am free until the end of January!!!!
As much as I would love to actually have a life for the next three weeks, I can't. That is not a complaint - just a fact. This journal entry is also a way to provide a blanket explanation of what I'm doing because if I have to keep explaining the work I have to do, I'll break down and cry and not get any of it done.
* Writing a paper for a marketing plan group project basically by myself (nobody else has done anything but the introductory fodder and posted some stuff copied directly from web sites -- I've said it before and I'll say it again: Adult working professional people should not have to do group projects for school) - due Nov 25
* Writing a business research report, including full quantitative analysis of the data collected from a survey about group project work (my hypothesis is basically that group project work adversely impacts grades and learning; and now I have the research to prove it) - due Nov 30
* Studying for and taking a marketing final - Dec 5
* Studying for and taking a quantitative analysis final - Dec 5
See you on the other side of hell. Next semester doesn't start until the end of January, at which time I'm taking only one class. Between December 5 and that time, there will be much rejoicing, even if I end up getting only Bs in these classes.
Can anyone help me? I used to get emails whenever someone responded to any of my posts (journal or responses in others' journals), but now I don't get anything. I tried fixing it per instructions, but still not working. HELP????
or just blatant references
to modern stuff at a ren fair.
Is it that people think the audience is too thick to enjoy the entertainment without it? What is the point of performing at a ren fair if one isn't going to at least attempt to avoid blatantly modern references? I'm no purist by any stretch of the imagination (I argued quite a lot about having to wear tights in 98 degree Maryland humidity), but shouldn't there at least be some attempt at resembling something that's further back in time than Star Wars theme music, The Andrews Sisters and Fergie? I seem to recall someone telling me how much more strict the costume rules had gotten. Why doesn't that apply to the actual CONTENT of the fair?
Is it hard work to seem more period? Yes. That's the point.
Always... ALWAYS. A L W A Y S have a written, signed contract with a non-refundable deposit for ANY paying job, and make part of the contract that the rest is due ON OR BEFORE the actual job takes place. No signed contract? No deposit? No job. It's that easy.
You get there and they don't have the balance? You've already done the job? You have a written contract that they just breeched. Hello easy court case.
Come on folks. Please don't be surprised about someone dicking you over when you could have taken steps to avoid it in the first place.
I had a friend once. She was a lovely, fun, albeit slightly bizarre person (which is a huge part of why I liked her so much) who I've known since I-don't-know-when. This is someone I played hookie from work with. Went to concerts, ball games, the renn fest... etc... In the last several years, though, I noticed that we stopped getting cards from her (although we continue to send cards and well wishes). I've only just noticed how much she has basically erased my existance from her life (e.g., something that used to be on her web page is very obviously missing). I know people grow apart, but usually, those are instances you know about. Or, you lose touch with people, but when you see them again, you're happy to see each other. It just makes me sad that she and I grew apart... apparently farther apart than I realized because she doesn't want even a memory of it.
What did I do that would cause someone to want to erase the memories? And how can I change or make something better if I don't know what I did in the first place? It's hard to make amends when you don't know how you ripped something.
This THIS is the kind of thing that makes me FURIOUS. STERLING SIRENS? You out there?
MAKE YOUR OWN DAMNED ARRANGEMENTS PEOPLE. When I think of the work we put into that song and that arrangement, (and actually contacting Anne Lister so we could record it and perform it) it absolutely infuriates me to see this. I was trying to find something from a long time ago about the BBs, and found this instead.
I took a second to find out wtf crocs are. I can say this without feeling incorrect or over-the-top or out of line in any way...
If you wear those anywhere other than while you are working in a garden, be sure to take a trusted friend with you the next time you decide to buy any piece of clothing because you have absolutely no sense of taste whatsoever. I don't care if they make you feel like you're walking on marshmallow goo. Those ugly-ass foot coverings were never meant as regular footwear. TAKE THEM OFF NOW and leave them in the shed with the rest of your gardening implements. That's the only place they should be. Please.
...kind of reminds me of the same phenomenon that renders people incapable of noticing that certain American Idol contestants couldn't perform their way out of a paper bag. I'm all for comfort and wearing what you like, but come on -- are you saying there are no other comfortable slip on shoes available? You'd look better and cuter in bunny slippers for f***s sake. It's a sign of sheeplike creepy automaton behavior that causes people to believe something is fashionable or good when it's really total crap. I keep looking around for Big Brother signs.