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Retail Beef & Rob's Coffee...
Mar. 9th, 2005 05:21 pm
Rob says that he is 'Half-Caf Vanilla Latte Goth w/whipped cream & sprinkles'... he is also 'Grunge When Grunge was Just Dirty, but Then He Took a Shower'.
I, on the otherhand, am 'Goth Before Goth was Called Goth and People Just Thought We Were Creepy Morbid Kids'.
So, due to the ever-increasing interpersonnel problems at work, I went to the Psychic Guy this afternoon, seeking the ever-elusive black 7-day jar candle... all they had in stock was pink, white & green 'St. Jude's Lucky Green Clover' (and I bitched about this to some big fat old white guy wearing a Kinte cloth African style hat who asked me if I was finding everything o.k.)... so I had to suffice for white. Got some funky scented Protection and Dragon's Blood oils, more funky scented (and blue - Gods, I hope it doesn't turn me into Smurfette) Protection bathsalts, sand for ye olde charcoal incense burner... and some irritation for toppers.
As the woman behind the counter is ringing up my purchase, she accidentally keyed in the oils as $475 instead of $4.75. I made some laughing remark that 'Boy, for that price, those oils had really better work!" She looked up at me & said "Well, if your intentions are good, they'll do just fine." I must have had a really odd look on my face because she stepped back away from the counter & I was like, "Hey, I'm just protecting myself so my intentions are just fine." As we were leaving, she calls out again, "Remember, good intentions!" I fully intended on flipping her off as I left, but some Pagans take that as a Horned God-like compliment & I didn't want her to get mixed messages. I had to suffice for under-the-breath muttering because I may actually need to go back as it is the only place close to my side of town. I'm like, "Hey, lady, don't tell me how to work my magic. You aint my High Priestess or my mama!"
It is my belief that any experienced Pagan, be they Wiccan or whatever, would have recognized my intent from my purchases. Dragon's Blood Oil, Protection Oil & matching funky blue bathsalts, incense burner sand (half of which I spilled on their floor so it should have only cost me a quarter), and a WHITE candle. You can't do shit w/a white candle other than purify or protect... or possibly project your desired color onto it. So I'm irked. Maybe I deserved it for pointing out her cash register mistake, but she laughed, too. I suppose it would have been different if I walked up to the counter, explained my situation & desire, and asked 'What should I do?' Instead, I felt like I was buying apples at the grocery store & the clerk had told me, "Remember, those are for eating!"
I have just been finding that my coworkers have been turning me into a very ugly person, and I think they're going to find an unwelcome change in me tonight. I am not going to listen to the complaints & bickering. If someone comes into the office where I am trapped in my cube, & starts bitching, I'm going to tell them to go fill out a voluntary or make an official complaint to a manager. I'm sick & tired of it. I've found that since all I do is complain about my coworkers complaining to me about their coworkers, it's time to change some things.
Rob & I got a huge 'round tuit this weekend. This house is so pathetically clean. I feel sorry for the dust bunnies - they've been thoroughly banished. I think I'm going to go take my blue bathsalts & soak for a few. Let the fun begin.
I, on the otherhand, am 'Goth Before Goth was Called Goth and People Just Thought We Were Creepy Morbid Kids'.
So, due to the ever-increasing interpersonnel problems at work, I went to the Psychic Guy this afternoon, seeking the ever-elusive black 7-day jar candle... all they had in stock was pink, white & green 'St. Jude's Lucky Green Clover' (and I bitched about this to some big fat old white guy wearing a Kinte cloth African style hat who asked me if I was finding everything o.k.)... so I had to suffice for white. Got some funky scented Protection and Dragon's Blood oils, more funky scented (and blue - Gods, I hope it doesn't turn me into Smurfette) Protection bathsalts, sand for ye olde charcoal incense burner... and some irritation for toppers.
As the woman behind the counter is ringing up my purchase, she accidentally keyed in the oils as $475 instead of $4.75. I made some laughing remark that 'Boy, for that price, those oils had really better work!" She looked up at me & said "Well, if your intentions are good, they'll do just fine." I must have had a really odd look on my face because she stepped back away from the counter & I was like, "Hey, I'm just protecting myself so my intentions are just fine." As we were leaving, she calls out again, "Remember, good intentions!" I fully intended on flipping her off as I left, but some Pagans take that as a Horned God-like compliment & I didn't want her to get mixed messages. I had to suffice for under-the-breath muttering because I may actually need to go back as it is the only place close to my side of town. I'm like, "Hey, lady, don't tell me how to work my magic. You aint my High Priestess or my mama!"
It is my belief that any experienced Pagan, be they Wiccan or whatever, would have recognized my intent from my purchases. Dragon's Blood Oil, Protection Oil & matching funky blue bathsalts, incense burner sand (half of which I spilled on their floor so it should have only cost me a quarter), and a WHITE candle. You can't do shit w/a white candle other than purify or protect... or possibly project your desired color onto it. So I'm irked. Maybe I deserved it for pointing out her cash register mistake, but she laughed, too. I suppose it would have been different if I walked up to the counter, explained my situation & desire, and asked 'What should I do?' Instead, I felt like I was buying apples at the grocery store & the clerk had told me, "Remember, those are for eating!"
I have just been finding that my coworkers have been turning me into a very ugly person, and I think they're going to find an unwelcome change in me tonight. I am not going to listen to the complaints & bickering. If someone comes into the office where I am trapped in my cube, & starts bitching, I'm going to tell them to go fill out a voluntary or make an official complaint to a manager. I'm sick & tired of it. I've found that since all I do is complain about my coworkers complaining to me about their coworkers, it's time to change some things.
Rob & I got a huge 'round tuit this weekend. This house is so pathetically clean. I feel sorry for the dust bunnies - they've been thoroughly banished. I think I'm going to go take my blue bathsalts & soak for a few. Let the fun begin.
