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pettry:

It takes two to tango

If ever a picture illustrated a story that I desperately wanted to read, it is this picture.

pettry:

It takes two to tango

If ever a picture illustrated a story that I desperately wanted to read, it is this picture.

This one time at work, or, I’ve been watching too much Leverage

awesomeavocadolove, this one’s for you.

So a sales rep from an office supply company comes to our front desk and asks who’s in charge of ordering supplies, and I’m like “I am.” And he’s like 24 and all dressed up and new at the job and very earnest and I swear to god looks and sounds just like Tom Hardy and has a scar through one eyebrow, and is the worst sales rep ever and wastes like 20 minutes of my time trying to find coupons that will save me money on janitorial supplies.

He spends like ten minutes looking up toilet paper deals for me, and meanwhile I’m the queen of spreadsheets and cost savings and ordering and have my costco business delivery portal open on the computer and keep shooting him down, like “I know you can save me fourteen cents per role, but that’s if I order four cases and I only have room to store two and a half cases at a time, which is why I go with this other vendor who also does free next-day delivery,” because seriously, guys, king of the supply closet.

And it’s almost laughable how determined and sweet he is, especially since I read the worksheet in his repping packet marked “tips for overcoming objections and making the sale” but the entire time, I’m like “I’m being conned. This is a dream. He is distracting me while someone else steals my…” except there is nothing at work worth stealing to high-profile criminals, seriously guys, nothing, but this kid is clearly Young Eames and I am either the mark or the security barrier and oh god I’m a character in someone’s backstory fic.

True story.

Reading Divergent.

So far it’s passed the first test: I’m looking forward to reading more tonight, after thinking about it today. Character and setting are interesting and plausible enough to keep my attention, and haven’t caused any cognitive “oh, please” dissonance.

This is a big step up from all the recent blah YA that doesn’t hold my interest past the first eye-rolling chapter.

My husband is way better read than I, due to his private liberal arts high school as opposed to my public school experience, but Jane Eyre is one of the few “classics” that I’ve read and he hasn’t (and frankly, the only reason I read it is AOJE).

He asked what it was about, and I thought for a moment, and then belted out “SHE WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR LOVE, BUT SHE WON’T DO THAT.”

boku-wa-kaminari asked
WHERE IS THAT SOCK SHOP

The shop is The Sock Monster in Seattle. There are a small, local, women-owned business, and they’re wonderful people with a wonderful store. The photos I took are of maybe half of their displayed stock.

If you’re ever in Seattle, make sure to drop in. They’re right next to a gelato shop that makes their own waffle cones. It will be a trip to remember.

They also take online orders…

sharkflip:

I live in a place where we have entire stores dedicated to crazy socks.

Since so many people have asked: the shop is The Sock Monster in Seattle. There are a small, local, women-owned business, and they’re wonderful people with a wonderful store. The photos I took are of maybe half of their displayed stock.

If you’re ever in Seattle, make sure to drop in. They’re right next to a gelato shop that makes their own waffle cones. It will be a trip to remember.

They also take online orders…

Wait, he’s 24 and finishing his residency? So he finished medical school at 20? So he was accepted into medical school at… 16?

Is this a Canadian thing? Is residency different in Canada?

I live in a place where we have entire stores dedicated to crazy socks.

Edited to Add: Since so many people have asked: the shop is The Sock Monster in Seattle. There are a small, local, women-owned business, and they’re wonderful people with a wonderful store. The photos I took are of maybe half of their displayed stock.

If you’re ever in Seattle, make sure to drop in. They’re right next to a gelato shop that makes their own waffle cones. It will be a trip to remember.

They also take online orders…

I am feeling a little jerked around right now, especially as I arrange my Wednesday mornings to make room for Jane time. No video, fine — but at least tweet something so that I know that someone didn’t forget to schedule the post.

There’s “realism” and then there’s “remaining true to the storytelling structure you have developed for your audience.”

Edited to add: and it wouldn’t have to be a tweet from Jane. This would be an excellent time to make use of the other trans media outlets they’ve set up, to establish that the radio silence is part of the story — that the absence of a story is part of the plot. Anyway. Boo.

Salt Spring Island in winter

This is where I want Jane to flee to.