Whenever I've bought down, I've only done it when the article of clothing is only one size down.

Want me to ask Alexia if she's getting rid of a microwave at the yard sale? She might be.

I think we'll just replace this one with its modern twin, as we'll need one tonight.

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This job may yet kill me. I've been on my own for less than a week, but it's been the busiest week of the year, and my energy is SPENT. I may have to overcome my loathing of training and ask that they hire me an assistant after all. (Which they'll probably do anyway, since this department's had a 2-person operations team for the past 2+ years, and we just got a new salesperson, so the workload is only going to increase. I just really hate training.)

Really?

Oh, let's see:

Dillon Dillan Dilan Dylen Dylon Dilon

For starters. Pronouncation, you get: DI-lan (di like Princess Di) DI-lun di-LAN etc.

I worked with a number of Japanese native speakers for a while, and they had the usual l/r problem. While there, I was either "Dirin" or "Darren." Kind of like Dirin. Might try to talk Susan into it for a boy.

I've never met one of you who had that problem, but it may have been a more popular name in this neck of the woods.

Growing up most of the boys were Steven, Michael, Robert, or Jeffrey. To have a name like Dylan was really, really unusual. Until I was in college I knew only one other person whose given name was Dylan.

(And now I'm totally earwormed with A Simple Desultory Philippic. The man ain't got no culture.)

Heh.

And I've always liked Pleiades. Better than some of the quasi-hippie names than some of the goths and hippies I knew had.

Anthropologie stuff runs small. At least they don't fit my girls and I'm a 14, roughly.

Anthropologie stuff runs small. At least they don't fit my girls and I'm a 14, roughly.

Ah-ha. Thank you, that lets me know that even when I do hit 14, the cute cute jacket won't fit my bosom.

I'm a 12, and nothing in Anthropologie has ever fit me either. (Which is just as well, because I don't need to be spending that kind of money anyway.)

I honestly don't know how anyone with breasts ever finds shirts or jackets that fit. I'm only a C-cup, and there are maybe 3 button-down shirts in the entire world that fit my entire torso. (Mostly, if they fit over my chest, they're ridiculously loose at the waist, and if they fit at the waist, I can't button them over my chest. And I do not have a small waist. I'm as averagely proportioned as they come.)

ION, Chef's Catalog needs to stop offering me free shipping on entertaining cookware*. It's just mean.

*cookware for entertaining with, not cookware that is itself entertaining

[eta: Alas, my lack of funds has killed the thread. Or was it my chest?]

Argh! I've been sick for three freaking weeks. If someone fixes it for me, I will sacrifice a rubber chicken to whichever deity you prefer. Please. I just need some kind of device to replace my respiratory system. It can't be that hard.

Waaaahhhh!!

One of the agents for our conference just called the hospitality chair to say she can't make the conference because of a "sudden wedding" in her family!

Why couldn't her nephew have a year-long engagement complete with angsty bridezilla drama? It's the American way, dammit!

t headdesk headdesk headdesk

We've written back to ask if someone else from her agency can fill in, so fingers crossed. Also, I'm lucky that she's not the one who's in hugely high demand. But I was so determined that we were going to have a good panel this year, 3 editors and 3 agents, and I was going to do such a good job. And unless we get a fill-in, we're down to just 2 of each. Dammit.