The bitter cold air has moved into my mid-Atlantic abode. Drizzly on the drive to work this morning. And it’s Monday, which adds a pallor of dreariness anyway.
This morning I found a tag sewn into my Ann Taylor skirt that I bought in August in Hollywood. It said, “Remove before washing or wearing.” I cut it out this morning, and it contains one of those magnetic inventory tracking devices! Yes, they TELL you to cut the tag out but it’s hidden deep down into the skirt so it’s hard to see. Of course, I’ve worn/washed the darn skirt multiple times by now. Could you imagine the report that Ann Taylor has on me now?
Skirt purchased in late August, 2003. Flew to New Jersey, where skirt remained within original plastic bag for a few weeks. Skirt worn by a generously-assed woman on an approximate biweekly basis to a mostly sedentary job. Foreign substance (appears to be a chai latte) spilled onto skirt in late October. Skirt laundered in washing machine despite “dry clean only” tag. Skirt is often on floor, perhaps in a laundry basket. In a highly suspicious incident, skirt was abducted by a small, fanged animal and dragged violently through a small living space. Skirt rescued by raving, half-naked lunatic and sustained no damage.
Mood: Subdued. Still anxious about the job, because there are SOOOOO many things I don’t know about. But the only way I’ll learn is by throwing myself into them.
Work docket: Still working on my two marketing contests. I’m PRETTY SURE I have some more month-end reports due today. What I’ve been doing is making a photocopy of every report I do and every greenbar that I see and putting them into a binder with my own handwritten explanation of how, when, and why I do these tasks. Hopefully someday I won’t even have to look at the binder. Ingle’s still on vacation, so no updating his column. (Actually, we’re going to automate that soon). And maybe I’ll get that job description written today!
Lunch: Will grab a BK Veggie (they’re pretty good!) and a salad.
Afternoon: Must make bank deposit. Take Max for rousing walk.
Evening: I’m going to the gym. (waits for hysterical laughter to subside) Really!!!!
Actually that tag is only used to set off the alarm when you leave the store. It serves no other purpose.