05.14.09
Not so interesting
The other day when KK called from the market asking me stuff I was feeling very lucky and happy
–Finally what I deem the worst part of the job is being taken cared of,by somebody else.
I looked out of the window and shivered at the idea of taking A-line bus–getting to station–being scorched for a good 15 minutes before the bus arrives–making my way in the crowd–buying stuff necessary while trying to not get lost too often–and same way back…
One man’s poison is another’s meat. Some people don’t mind doing it, and they may even enjoy doing it. I am so glad there are all kinds of people in this world.
But…end of the day he called and said:”xxxx “no-have”, xxx also “no have’”…
The next worst part of the job is when you have the sketch ready and you are told that the specific ornament/fabric is sold out/no stock. And if it happens, it always happens to your favorite one.
As a result I had to go there myself and look for a replacement.
Nothing is as good anymore, and I didn’t plan to stay long.
I grabbed some lace samples and buckles, took a quick walk to the 2nd floor and came back.
The girl next to me on the bus was reading all the way.
How could she do that and don’t get dizzy?
Came home before AI show. In the last couple of years I don’t really have any favorite. Just have someone I don’t like.